Suzann Bresler 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.

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Category: Grief and Bereavement

Memories–Chapter 1

I don’t remember my mother. She died suddenly one Saturday night in March while my parents were at the home of friends. Her name was Edna. She was 40 years old. I was 9 1/2. My dad woke me late that Saturday night—I had been sleeping at Granny’s, my mother’s mother. His arms tight around…


The Hall Clock–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…


The Grief That Howls

 I recently read an article written by The New York Times columnist Jane Brody1 regarding the loss of a spouse and the healing that takes place. It was titled Recovery Varies After a Spouse Dies. The early research maintained that “the vast majority of surviving spouses adjust well.”2 New research suggests, however, that a more…


GRAND ROUNDS: THE PARENT’S SIDE

A GLIMPSE OF BEHAVIOR I gave the following Grand Rounds speech to doctors and medical students at Newark Beth Israel Medical Center in April 2016. My husband Ed suggested I post it on my blog Unexpectedlives.com. I agreed. I thought about what I would say in the days before the speech and A Medical Problem…


A MEDICAL PROBLEM THAT WON’T GO AWAY

 Robert—our daughter Stacy’s husband—and I were standing quietly outside the double doors that led to the medical center’s intensive care unit (ICU). It was early in the morning and Stacy was inside the unit on a respirator. The doors were closed. We had been asked to leave while the nurses took care of the patients….


Remembrances of Times Past

Donnie Moorin died on Monday, February 20, 2012. He was 79 years old. Donnie, his younger sister Carole, and their parents lived two houses away from my family on Charles Street in Bridgeport, CT. Carole and I have been close friends since babyhood. Donnie’s death shattered the peace of our Florida vacation — my husband…


Memorials Unlimited

Last April, I heard about a memorial service held jointly by The Valerie Fund Children’s Centers* at Overlook and Morristown Hospitals. This special memorial for children who had lost their struggle to cancer or blood disorders takes place yearly in the Morristown Hospital’s Malcolm Forbes auditorium. The idea was so natural and loving that I wondered why…


Vets in Need and the Folks Who Respond(ed)

I attended the August 3rd Vet2Vet meeting at the invitation of my husband Ed, a committed volunteer consultant at the University of Medicine and Dentistry of New Jersey (UMDNJ). The veterans peer counseling program, based at UMDNJ’s University Behavioral HealthCare Center (UBHC), was, for several weeks, our unceasing topic of conversation and I had jumped…


Mom’s Place, Part II

I was not quite ten years old when my mother died. She was forty-two, and her death stole almost all of my childhood memories:  the knowledge of her as a mother and individual,  my past experiences as her daughter, and  my relationships with the family during those young years. Only two solitary sparks remain. There’s nothing else to grab onto, nothing to build…


Mom’s Place, Part I

My mother died in 1945, stricken by a massive cerebral hemorrhage. It was an unacceptably vague diagnosis by today’s standards but the only one given to me at the time. I was not quite ten years old. She was forty-two, and her absence poked a hole in my life that has never been filled. Day…