Me and My Blog

I wrote the following post yesterday morning, in the last blissful, ignorant moments before my husband and I had to rush our beautiful dog, Goliath, to the vet for the last time.  I am too sad, too swallowed up by the emptiness of the house around me to write about Goliath now and all he meant to my husband, my boys and me.  

His rough start in life and his fierce determination to overcome adversity was the inspiration for my blog’s name. I’m publishing yesterday’s post exactly as I wrote it and dedicating it to Goliath, for if it weren’t for him, the blog wouldn’t be what it is and I wouldn’t be better for having both.


I don’t commemorate cancerversaries.  Suspicious Ultrasound Day, Biopsy Day, Diagnosis Day, Mastectomy Day and all other days are uncomfortable to remember and may possibly always be.  It’s certainly easier to look back with some perspective, more than two years later, but I’m not sure anything is gained by marking those days as an anniversary.  To me, it’s more the whole journey that matters and how far I’ve come overall.

However, there is one milestone I’d like to mention.  Bringing Up Goliath turned one last week.  As my five year old likes to say, “That’s cool, right?”

When I started this blog, I never considered how long I’d keep it up.  I went in thinking “one day at a time,” because honestly, sharing intimate details with the cyber world seemed a bit crazy, not to mention a dangerous misuse of privacy, but looking back now, it was never the world I was reaching for, but one person that might relate to my experiences.  Maybe I’d find someone else going through the same crap and we could support each other.

At the time, about 16 months after diagnosis, my brain was still so cluttered with all things cancer, I’d lost the ability to go about my days.  How to be truly present in my life, my children’s lives or my relationship with my husband.

It was one thing to have a calendar full of appointments, a million never-ending questions, pain from expanders, then implants, but it was quite another to talk about it all the time.

Who wants to listen to it?

Even those closest to me needed a respite once in a while.  Which, I totally understood, but that didn’t change the fact I was on overload, my emotions consistently raw.

I realized I needed an outlet.  A way out of my own head, some breathing room from those oppressive walls of cancer.

I remember feeling totally alone, envisioning the void beyond my laptop, the first time my blog went live.  I was writing extremely personal stuff, things I might never mention to friends face to face, yet there it was, heading out to…where?


I was hoping someone might find it, but knowing no one was reading, made it easier to keep going.  Writing about the day cancer changed my life or how exposed I felt at the hands (literally) of my surgeons or the difficulties keeping my children a priority, was very liberating.

As I started discovering and commenting on other blogs, readers started to comment on mine and each comment that said I was understood, justified and among friends, lifted my load bit by bit until some where along the way, I got my brain back.  It was no longer jam-packed with thoughts of cancer, but slowly, the real things that make up my life filtered back in.

Would that have happened simply with the passage of time?  I don’t think so.  Sharing freed me from cancer’s hold.  Discovering and connecting with an amazingly supportive and caring online community did that and more in ways I never thought possible.

I learned so much about breast cancer.  How very different we all are, despite sharing similar experiences.

I had my eyes opened to the shameful inequity in fundraising.

I’ve come to know very little progress has been made in finding a cure for Metastatic Breast Cancer and early detection is by no means, a cure.

I learned I’m far from alone.  I learned I could care about people I’ve never met and with that, I gained something I never imagined — the return of a childlike wonder for the world around me, so foreign to my own New York City suburbs.  Beyond my house are places I now want to explore because someone in our cyber community has brought it to life.

I want to watch a marching band walk the football field at a Midwestern college.

I want to share the excitement at a Cornhuskers game in Nebraska.

I want to look for antiques in the Ozarks.

I want to ride a bike in the hot Texas sun.

I want to walk a couple of dogs along the Jersey shore.

I want to visit a town in Ireland, or England or take in the steamy sights of far off Myanmar.

I’m grateful for the blogging friends that have stopped along the way, read my words, shared their own and broadened my small world.  Who would have thought writing about cancer could do that?

Happy Blogaversary to me!  Sharing personal crap on the Internet turned out better than I ever hoped.

But, that doesn’t mean I think cancer is a gift!   I don’t!

11 thoughts on “Me and My Blog

  1. Stacey,I am so sorry about Goliath. I know you will be writing more about him when you are ready. It's symbolic somehow that you lost him on your blog's anniversary. He was part of your inspiration for starting your blog and it's almost as if he \”saw you through\” that first year. I'm so glad you decided to start blogging and sharing so honestly. I'm so glad we connected. I'm so glad I can count you as one of my cyber friends. And Goliath will always represent part of our connection because right away I realized you and I had something else in common other than breast cancer and that was this crazy love of our dogs. So thanks Goliath. And happy blogaversary, Stacey. I hope sharing about the loss of your beloved pet helps ease the ache just a little. Hugs.


  2. Stacey, thank you for sharing Goliath with us, it is such a privilege. I am so sorry to hear of your loss, what a special dog. As Nancy says it is incredibly poignant that you lost him on the anniversary the very blog bearing his name and inspired by him.Your post about your blog is wonderful – I know exactly what you mean, about the unexpected gains and things learned. And most of all the friends made. So much resonated with my own compulsion to express all the stuff going round and round in my head. And do you know a really strange thing? My blog will be 2 on Friday and I am working on a special post for the occasion! Our blogs must share the same star sign ;)Thanks for bringing Goliath into our lives, we send love and hugs to you and thanks for being our friend xox


  3. Stacey,I love that you are celebrating your blog's anniversary! It is fitting, and appropriate, and says all to the power of acting with the future in mind instead of reacting to past events we can no longer alter.Have sent you a DM about sweet Goliath. As part of your cancer \”family,\” it was like he was part of our lives, too. He enriched all of us.Love,Jody


  4. Stacey,So beautifully stated. I'm so sorry about your dear, sweet Goliath. Like you, I had no idea what I was in for when I started my blog. I had no idea that I'd meet and care deeply about all the incredible people on the blogosphere.Here's to many more years of blogging!


  5. Oh Stacey I am so saddened that your house is empty now. I wouldn't now what I would do if I lost my kitty girl.Your post is beautiful, and I started my blog for many of the same reasons as you, plus I also felt it was a good way to keep my large family informed (even though most of them are not computer savy). It has, however, turned into something much more than that. A place where I share with others who \”get it\” and is now such a place of support and resources and a wonderful community of people.Many blessings of health, love, light, peace and happiness to you.


  6. Stacy, I'm so sorry for your family's loss of a beautiful friend and family member. I like to think there is a purpose for everything so perhaps Goliath's purpose on earth was to help you during the most difficult journey you ever faced and now he has moved on to help others in their time of need.My thoughts and prayers are with your family during this struggle.Hugs, LisaPS: When you're ready to hunt for antiques in the Ozarks, you know who to call….


  7. Thank you, everybody, for sending such sweet comments about Goliath. It makes me smile thinking his reach extended further than he could ever know. These last couple of days have been harder than I expected. I thought I was prepared for this, but I guess, we never really are when it comes to the reality of the situation. My house is empty. I miss our walks. But, please know how very much your words mean to me.


  8. I'm so sorry about Goliath. Just a few minutes before reading your post, i was laying on my bed looking into the eyes of my two doggies, and was actually thinking, what would I do without you?I \”inherited\” our two dogs when I married my hubby. I used to be a cat girl. Now I am forever bound to the canine. Peace to you during a difficult time.-Renn


  9. Stacey, I'm grieving with you about the loss of Goliath. Grieving is definitely a process over which we don't have much control. Knowing you have such wonderful friends is a great comfort in the midst of sorrow. Losing a special pet is no easy thing. Keep on keeping on!Jan


  10. I'm so sorry to read about your loss. Goliath was one special dog. Just think — those two short paragraphs overshadowed your blogaversary post, because relationships with our family (Goliath was definitely your family!) cannot be overshadowed by a cancer diagnosis! I'm glad blogging has been such a great outlet for you, Stacey.


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