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“Lost and Found” by Kristie Konsoer, A #MetsMonday Featured Post

Update: Sadly, Kristie Konsoer died from metastatic breast cancer on December 5, 2021. She was 51. Read her obit, which she wrote herself, here.

It’s my pleasure to share the next #MetsMonday Featured Post by Kristie Konsoer. Kristie was diagnosed with de novo metastatic breast cancer in 2012. She wrote a wonderful blog titled, Finding A Way

Thank you, Kristie, for sharing your voice at Nancy’s Point. I promise, #wewillnotforget.

Reminder: Don’t forget to download your FREE copy of my eBook, Voices, Vol. 1, A Collection of #MetsMonday Featured Posts, available via the Nancy’s Point Resource Library.

Lost & Found by Kristie Konsoer, A #MetsMonday Featured Post #MBC #breastcancer #advocacy

Lost and Found 

by Kristie Konsoer 

The Lost and Found in any elementary school is a phenomenon few understand. I never did and I taught for over twenty years. It’s akin to the Bermuda Triangle or a black hole. Items of clothing get sucked in and may be seen but are never retrieved. Perhaps calling it the Lost and Lost would be a better name.

Items would become lost on the very first day of school. 

When I taught in a rural school, kids walked around to each classroom and held up the lost article of clothing from the playground. Staff and kids recognized other kids’ clothes. It was disruptive but part of life in a rural community. Items still wound up in the Lost and Found despite these efforts.

That didn’t happen in a larger school.

There were designer coats, clothes, shoes, boots, backpacks, and footballs that called the Lost and Found home. I don’t know why I keep capitalizing it. To me, it’s a destination like Canada and makes perfect sense to capitalize. So many lone mittens would be pinned on netting in the winter and to draw attention to kids as they raced outdoors. One or two may have been claimed and then replaced by three or four more.

Before major school breaks at the end of the year or in spring, aides would display all the lost items on tables that lined up and down the main halls and teachers would take their class for a walk to view all the items. Most things stayed lost. Eventually, things that weren’t claimed were donated to Goodwill if they were still serviceable. Perhaps not the lone mittens looking for their match.

I imagine the conversations at home: 

Parent: Where is your sweater that grandma gave you?

Child: shrugs

Parent: Where are your new shoes that cost an arm and a leg?

Child: I think I saw one of them the other day.

Parent: We can’t keep buying new coats for you.

Child: I’d like a red one. I wouldn’t lose a red one.

A parent could be seen rummaging through the Lost and Found many a day after school looking for little Tommy’s coat or sweet Nevaeh’s lunch box while Tommy or Nevaeh played outside. Sometimes, they were successful. They always were aghast at how many items were lost. It was both a sad and a comical sight. 

I feel lost a lot of the time living with metastatic cancer.

I bumble along. There is no Lost and Found for me while I wait for a treatment that lasts long term or a cure to be found. I wish there were a Lost and Found because I have lost a lot so far.

Loss is repetitive in different forms with metastatic cancer.

I lost my mother to metastatic breast cancer. I’ve lost my job, hair, appetite, energy. I’ve lost the company of friends. I’ve lost aspects of my appearance, my personality, my purpose, and my identity. I would be overjoyed if there were a box where I could retrieve these parts of me.

I’ve imagined these conversations too:

Me: Hi, I’d like my life back, please.

Attendant: You have your life.

Me: No, no, I have a cancer life, not my life. I want my health. I want to take back my job, restore my social circle, and look young and energetic again. I will shed all this cancer crap and contain it safely in a protective container to be lost here. My life is in there somewhere.

Attendant: I’m sorry, it isn’t. You’re living your life. I’ll keep an eye out for anything else you may lose that won’t belong to you anymore.

Me: Are you kidding me?

The whole point of a Lost and Found is to find things and get them back.

Attendant: That’s not how this Lost and Found works. We’re the Stage IV Lost and Found. You don’t have access to the other boxes.

And so it goes. Stage IV folks often don’t have access to other options. No one wants to deal with us.

I feel lost to possible treatments.

I hear about something new and in a matter of seconds I find out why it wouldn’t work for me. Or I’ve already tried it. I feel lost when current research or trials don’t apply to me. Just this afternoon, I found myself searching. These need to be available now so I have access to them. I don’t want to be lost for years waiting. What if I can’t find them? What if they can’t find me?

Another way I feel lost is with people.

People have drifted away. I’m sure I have drifted as well. A few of my friendships have become tighter. Still, there are fewer and fewer people who seem to understand how I feel. Feelings are singular. They can be hard to express and even harder to convey the intended meaning to others.

Even in the metastatic community, I often feel like a misfit and that I don’t fit in.

There are some mindsets or opinions I feel like I was supposed to adopt when diagnosed with Stage IV cancer and didn’t. For example, I take supplements. I’d ring the end of treatment bell every chance I had and change its meaning if there were one where I had treatment. Living while living is hard enough. I don’t prescribe to the living while dying philosophy. I feel downright nonconforming sometimes.

Not fitting in and feeling alone is a big part of the lostness.

What I find often sucks.

I find long days in tiny rooms on treatment days. I find side effects. I find discomfort, anxiety, and depression. I find a tub full of medications and supplements that I wonder what good they do if any. I find scheduling annoyances. I find problems that arise from labs or ports that attach themselves to me and are tougher to rid myself of. I find the unexpected at treatment visits that often halts what I thought would happen. I have found plenty of hard times to slog through day by day.

I find things I don’t want to find. 

Others certainly don’t want to claim what I have.

Feeling lost leads to feelings of fear and uncertainty.

What will be discovered around the next bend? Will it be good or bad? How will it treat me? My mind always goes to the negative. It’s strange that uncertainty doesn’t trigger more thoughts of possibility, success, and enjoyment. Would the Lost and Found be more attractive or successful if were named Missed Possibilities? How about Returned Opportunities? I think not.

I’ve physically been lost only a handful of times.

Once, I was hiking with friends and noticed I had veered us off the trail as leader. Oops. It worked out. My sister and I took a wrong turn on a different hike on another day and took a very long and exhausting way back to our mom who was sitting in a chair and enjoying the day. Another time, I was with my family on vacation in Vermont.

To read that post, click here.

Our oncologists and researchers are trying.

I believe sometimes they are just as lost as I am, and they are the ones drawing the map. Maps lead to nowhere. Directions are rerouted. Maps and directions are getting better. We keep trying to reach Canada but fear we may be going south rather than north.

And so, I sit with many others in the Lost and Found hoping to be claimed. Until then, I shall wander about and opt for the longest most scenic route to meander.

I want to be found.

I do what I can to send out an S.O.S. I have learned how to live in between where I used to be and wherever is next. I don’t get to stay anywhere long. Being lost is a familiar feeling. I’ve adapted to my vagabond lifestyle of being metaphorically lost quite well.

And yet, there I am, trapped in the Lost and Lost box of cancer, waiting to be found, or better yet, finding my own way.

Bio: I have been living with metastatic cancer and living well since 2012. Writing brings me a lot of joy and provides an opportunity to use my voice. It’s my third year blogging about life with cancer in my blog: Finding A Way. Other activities I enjoy are walking, spending time in nature, and photography. I love to exercise and am always trying to improve my fitness level. I retired early from teaching second grade in 2016 so I could fully focus on my health. I am grateful for my life, research, and am always hopeful.

Visit Kristie’s social media accounts on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram. Be sure to visit her blog, Finding A Way.

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Would you like to visit a Lost and Found and reclaim some “things” you’ve lost due to cancer, and if so, what would you reclaim?

Linda C Boberg

Tuesday 14th of December 2021

Sorry to hear about this. I can so identify with lost and lost. Am I doomed to nothing good every happening again?


Wednesday 15th of December 2021

Linda, It's so sad. I hate that you identify with lost and lost. No, you're not doomed to nothing good ever happening again. These losses are rough though. Thank you for taking time to comment.


Thursday 29th of July 2021

Kristie as always your humor shines through the pain of the points that seem to keep adding up in our loss column. I see this big basketball or hockey scoreboard with point after point adding up in the oppositions score and few adding up in mine. Once in a while there’s a tie but that was much earlier on when I had more energy to exact at the side effects of the medications extending our lives. What people who don’t know us as well are that the friendships and the love I feel from everyone close to me also adds up in my points against the opposing team. MBC will win, but darn straight if my team isn’t the best I’ve ever seen, including you.

I can relate to all the losses…and where did my memory and sense of time go I’ll never know but I think my words and my hours I’ll miss the most.

Love you and your writing - you somehow in one post are able to bring me up and down in the emotional landscape that is MBC. But my friends are who keep me steady instead of tripping and falling on my face so quickly as if you weren’t there to hold my hand when it feels so empty. ❤️ilene


Friday 18th of June 2021

That was a wonderful piece. my brother, 34, has recently been diagnosed with rare ewing sarcoma and due to begin chemo in 3 days. The diagnosis hit me like a brick, i mean coming from a family where people have led long disease free lives (late 80s, 90s, all my grandparents/great grand parents), i am still coming to terms with my brothers condition. i have gradually begun to accept this reality. but your write up resonated with me. i can only try to understand the pain my brother is going through. and the one line that hit me hard : I find things I don’t want to find. i really need to rework what i want to find.


Friday 18th of June 2021

P, I am sorry to hear about your brother's recent diagnosis. It is a lot to absorb for family members too. Processing it all takes a little time. I'm sure he'll appreciate all your support. I hope his chemo experience goes as smoothly as possible. My best to you all.

Donna Funkhouser

Wednesday 26th of May 2021

Kristie, I am not stage 4.i was diagnosed at stage 3, but everything who've mentioned in your very well written blog rings true for us all. We've all lost so much and are constantly looking for ways to get some things back but most are gone forever. You are so relatable. Thank you and stay well.

Kristie L Konsoer

Friday 28th of May 2021

@Donna Funkhouser, I feel paricularly lost today. We do keep searching. Maybe we'll find improvements somewhere along the way. My best to you.

Linda Catanzaro Boberg

Tuesday 25th of May 2021

A great blog! I never thought of what I've lost as being in a Lost & Found, but I really wish it were. I'd ask for my energy to be returned, and certainly my looks. I never knew how vain I was until I got metastatic breast cancer and I began to look so old. And I'm not!!!

Kristie Konsoer

Tuesday 25th of May 2021

@Linda Catanzaro Boberg, Energy would be great to get returned. I wouldn’t mind getting my looks back either. We do so much for hair and skin when cancer has other ideas. I say keep trying. Maybe we’ll find what we need!

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