From the moment I set foot in the great lodge, I felt like a cradled soul. The counselors and house Moms took my symbolic hand and led me. Over the course of three days, I joined with other people who had lost their spouses.
I didn't know how difficult this would be on me. I've done it before and embraced it with a smile and strength. This time was nothing like before. This time, I was told that this disease would rip me from the arms of my children and husband.
There needs to be more support for women like me: relatively young, childless not by choice and facing cancer or some other life-impacting disease; women like me who ache every time they see a stroller or hear the delicious laugh of an infant.
Please remember Oct. 13 throughout year. Those of us who suffer with Stage IV breast cancer want others to become aware of our disease. In so doing, we may not have to wait another 40 years before finding a cure.