Thursday, October 22, 2020



Today I’m struggling with relevancy. The relevancy of what I do as well as the relevancy of who I am.

Beyond the emotional and logistical rollercoaster that is launching children in the middle of a global pandemic with missed milestones and unmet expectations; and beyond the likely normal “who am I after nearly two decades of mothering two humans that are now outgrowing me?” the struggle around what I do for a living has me flailing a little. A lot.

I am an advocate. A patient advocate. A community advocate. A research advocate. A policy advocate. Sometimes I’m an independent advocate; sometimes I’m attached to a non-profit organization; sometimes I’m employed by a company that I feel shares the ethos of truly making a difference, not just making a dollar.

Sometimes I have a fancy title; sometimes I’m just ‘patient advocate’. Sometimes I get paid for the value I bring; sometimes it’s a volunteer effort. Regardless, I’m always me and bringing my whole self to the table. I try and use my voice to share information that can become knowledge and to build bridges between people, resources and opportunities. And I help others find their voices and build the confidence to use them. I connect people to people because I believe that we can always learn from each other and are fundamentally stronger in every way, shape and form, together.

I am perpetually grateful that my family and my situation affords me the luxury of doing what I love to do and yet…

I am effing struggling.

How am I changing the narrative? I left my career after my diagnosis because there was a gap (an actual abyss!) in cancer care. The world was talking about Personalized Medicine but had forgotten to include the ‘person’ in the conversation. Over 1.5M people were being diagnosed annually with cancer, in the US alone, and we weren’t learning what we could from their experiences because data was being siloed and stories of real people and real experiences were getting lost in the shuffle.

I wanted to change that.

I wanted to make a difference.

And, while I realize making a difference comes in all forms, I don’t feel I’ve changed the narrative. Now we have over 1.7M people being diagnosed annually with a cancer in the US. People are still dying. The disparities in cancer care and outcomes remain stark. People are still calling during that ‘oh shit’ moment after diagnosis; people are still experiencing financial toxicity; people are still suffering through treatments that target cancer but don’t consider the impact to the person’s whole self.

It’s ALL the things.

But mostly it’s the premature death. And mostly it’s the fact that despite the efforts of myself, hundreds of advocates and thousands of scientists, people are still suffering from cancers that we cannot control, never mind prevent.

And, maybe after that, it is the narrative that cancer is something to be ‘beaten’ when, in reality, cancer continues to fester and grow inside most all of the 17M survivors, either literally with metastases and progression or figuratively through the physical and emotional after “effucks” of diagnosis and treatment.

That’s it. That’s the punchline. I am struggling.

I don’t need hugs or love or affirmation. I need to find my place. I need to document my goals and objectives so that when I have these crises of faith in what I’m doing, I can show progress. I’m sure it’s there. I just can’t see it right now.

It may be the pandemic. It may be #Pinktober. It may be what feels like a rash of new diagnoses among my previously non-cancer friends. It may be compounded by kids in a launch phase. It may be the bizarre extended family drama. It may be the even more bizarre support group drama. It may be the beyond the pale bizarre political drama. 

It may just be a really bad day. 

But it’s here. If I’m honest, it’s been here for months and I’m finally remembering (AGAIN) that a bit of putting down my thoughts helps me get it out.

Once it’s out I can name it, look at it and begin to address it.

As I’ve word vomited this post, Lisa B Adams has popped into my head. She was the first individual I knew who was living while dying with metastatic breast cancer. I found her posts a stark picture of the reality I wanted to help change and yet I found her perspective on the world uplifting and comforting.

Today I’ll choose to focus on her words. She shared them frequently and they became a mantra for many of us in the advocacy community:

Not sure of my place in the world today but I do know there is much beauty here. And I will find it. Or create it. And then I will share it. I will persevere. 



  1. Someone in COLONTOWN came up with the KEEP FUCKING GOING (kfg) mantra (or they stole it from somewhere else).
    Nonetheless, it's a good one!
    I appreciate your letting it all hang out here, Stacey --it's true, it's authentic...and there ain't anyone alive who doesn't like AUTHENTICITY!

  2. You have made a difference. You've made a difference in my life. I can't imagine navigating through this roller coaster without being able to reach out to you. Let's keep going!

  3. It’s really difficult to be an advocate
    due to the ups and downs of all involved...we have been family advocates for those with mental health issues, and I will tell you at this point in time, things are going backwards—such a struggle! I am TNBC NED 7 yrs—you have made a huge difference! It definitely takes perseverance❤️

  4. Thank you for continuing to express yourself loudly and proudly. You are extremely relevant to me, especially over the last few weeks. You helped me find my voice after deciding to ignore my needs and feelings for years.

    1. This makes me smile Theresa, I'm so glad you've found your voice!

  5. Your article is really encouraging to face the troubles and situations of cancer disease. Thanks for sharing your life story as it is supportive for cancer survivors