Suzann Goldstein
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FIGHTING BACK: Doing Battle with Cancer, the website and the blog, is a collection of personal essays about managing our lives, the tragedies that sometimes befall us, and the in-between times that leave us marked by the joy of the moment.
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The Valerie Fund
The Valerie Fund's mission is to provide support for the comprehensive health care of children with cancer and blood disorders.

The Stacy Goldstein Breast Cancer Center
RCINJ's Stacy Goldstein Breast Cancer Center provides comprehensive care for people with breast cancer.

MY BEST WRITING

My Faith My Way (2016/09/01) The Grief that Howls (2016/11/01) Cancer: Emperor of All Maladies (2015/11/15) Kids, Cars, and the Unpredictability of Life (2011/02/02)


FIGHTING BACK: One Mother’s Story–Chapter 15

Val was home: the lung surgery behind us; the stress of her hospital stay over; the Jewish holidays ended. But I continued to brood over the ‘remove the lung’ discussion with Dr. Wolff. Although Valerie’s right leg was amputated above the knee one and one-half years ago to stop the spread of her cancer, it…


FIGHTING BACK: One Mother’s Story–chapter 14

Five months later we were back at Babies for another appointment with Dr. Wolff. A radiologist was already there–an unusual development for us–with Valerie’s latest X-Rays. He clipped them onto the light box in the small examining room and pointed to a faint shadow on her chest. In short order, a second set arrived. The…


FIGHTING BACK: One Mother’s Story–chapter 13

The months passed peacefully or, at least, relatively so. Ed, Val and I would go back to Babies Hospital every three months for Valerie’s oncology checkups. That was always a bit of an upheaval as that trip had us all on edge. But Valerie was seven by then and maturing. Somewhat behind emotionally but the…


FIGHTING BACK: One Mother’s Story-Chapter 12

A pleasant calm prevailed after we moved into our new home. Valerie’s prosthesis became simply another fact of life and all but disappeared from our everyday vision and conversation. I took care of the house, cooked, did the bookkeeping. Ed sold kitchen cabinets and sundry items and the new office, recently located outside the house,…


FIGHTING BACK: One Mother’s Story–Chapter 11

The big question for me? Should we continue building in Warren after Valerie’s amputation or should we sell the half-finished house and remain in North Plainfield? The stressors kept building. We did have the option of selling. One couple drove by the Warren site in a fancy car and offered us a great price. “Let’s…


FIGHTING BACK: One Mother’s Story–Chapter 10

Two days after the surgery that removed her right leg above the knee a physical therapist came into the hospital room to show Val how to use crutches. She could have saved the trip. Squirming around a bit, my six-year-old waited for her to finish, then put the crutches under her arms and took off…


FIGHTING BACK: One Mother’s Story–Chapter 9

One week after our talk with Dr. Wolff about Val’s amputation, we were back in the hospital. Surgery was scheduled for the next morning. The children had been told only that Valerie had to stay at Babies for a few days. Ed said, “The bad cells in your leg aren’t completely gone, sweetheart. You need…


FIGHTING BACK: One Mother’s Story–Chapter 8

Valerie and her radiation-damaged leg needed a new home. Her limp was worsening and our North Plainfield bi-level had two sets of stairs. Each time Val went downstairs to play in the rec room, I had to trust to the gods that she wouldn’t trip. We needed a house with fewer or no steps. In…


FIGHTING BACK: One Mother’s Story–Chapter 7

At last! After three inpatient days at Babies Hospital searching for signs of cancer and finding none, we took Valerie home. One surgical biopsy, twenty-six sessions of radiation and two years of chemotherapy were over. I believed Valerie was made whole, liberated, renewed. “No sign of cancer,” the doctors said. “We can’t say with any…


FIGHTING BACK: One Mother’s Story–Chapter 6

Traffic into New York City had been bumper to bumper. I was late. Valerie, my five-year-old, was in Babies Hospital one month after her last chemo. It was January 12, 1972, the date marking the end of two long, difficult years of shock and turmoil for my small family. This time, her checkup was for…