Wednesday Video: Faces of Metastatic Breast Cancer

Today’s video is from facesofmbc.org. These words and images open a window into some aspects of living with metastatic breast cancer. The video is mostly upbeat and if I were to sum it up I’d say that it is about living until you die.

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  1. Maxine D says:

    I learnt some facts here – and heard a lot of hope. Thanks for sharing.
    Prayers and blessings

  2. Dear Knot-telling

    The email you posted last reminded me of a dear friend, NIna, who lived for four years after the diagnosis of very advanced breast cancer mets. I had the privilege of being beside her all the way.

    Maybe the experience is of relevance (or even interest) to others in this situation.

    Right at the beginning Nina had asked her doctor what could she do in addition to the formal treatment, and he had answered her with a Hebrew idiom:” Make life.” This could be translated as “have fun”. It can happen when having to use a second language, even if one knows it well, that one is stuck by the literal meaning of a phrase, which then elevated the cliché to a living truth.

    So it was for us with this insignificant banal phrase. Nina’s life was now very circumscribed so we tried to enlarge it, to “make life” in many little things. We watched sunsets from a particular outlook on from the mountain on which we lived where one was perched above the valley with a pastoral view. We kept this up to very close to the end, when Nina could no longer even get out of the car. We drove out to the hills to see the spring flowers, stopping at country tea-house for a cup of good coffee and a piece of decadently rich hot apple cake with cinnamon ice-cream.

    Nina loved the sea, having grown up close to it. During the years of work and concern for her family Nina had not travelled much in Israel. She was unfamiliar with Haifa where she was hospitalized three times for treatment. One day I took her out from the hospital for an hour to the sea promenade very close by the hospital. As we turned the corner and the waves came into sight and sound, she started visibly and gave a tiny leap of joy. It always refreshed her to sit within sight of the sea, and on better days to walk along the beach.

    Now, whenever I re-visit these places she is there for me. May suggest that living life as much as possible is no less important to the person with the mets. as to the one-who-walks-beside them.

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