Suzann Bresler Goldstein


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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My Faith My Way

My husband Ed and I and our family celebrated the beginning of the Jewish new year, Rosh Hashanah, with dinner at our home. I loved every one at that table so the evening was delicious. Yom Kippur, the Jewish Day of Atonement, is now just a week away; that somber holy day begins on the…


Hi My Friends: Memorial Day Weekend has come and gone in spectacular fashion, at least here in our nation’s capital where Ed and I spent a wonderful few days visiting with family.  I hope it was equally good for all of you wherever you were, on land, sea, or in cyberspace. This brief post is to let you know that I…

An Empty Fridge?

My question for the day: Does An Empty Fridge Signify An Empty Head?  An unusual connection, yes? Maybe even, a little nutty? But a friend of mine believes the two are linked: empty fridge equals empty head. She’s also a trifle judgmental, adores cooking, and her fridge is crammed with strange-looking edibles. It fits. I love her but…

Patience and The Computer!

Please forgive, once more, the delay in publishing to my blog.  A new computer has solved the problem, and so, although several days overdue, see my latest post below this message titled,   . . . Behold It Was A Dream*. Watch for more essays regularly scheduled, as usual, for the first of each month. Thanks. Sue


For those of you who might have looked for a new post on March 1, forgive me. I schedule my posts for the first of each month but the computer, for some reason, doesn’t agree with me. So here it is, Time, Time! Wherefore Art Thou Time?, a few days late but well-preserved. Thanks for your patience. Enjoy!…

Time, Time! Wherefore Art Thou Time?

I live by the clock. I hurtle down those rocky hills of inconstant life and pick up the pace as I go. My descent is measured in nanoseconds. Defined as one billionth of a second, a nanosecond is a tiny fragment of time in which a falling raindrop is immobile (Gleick, 1999). Isn’t that astounding?…

Vacation Time

I’m on vacation, darlin’ readers. I’ll be back with a new story or poem on March 1, 2010. I hope to hear from you all then. In the meantime, be well. Sue

The Volunteers

One of the tools our clever, unsung administrators use to support certain institutional elements — state or local — is adoption, the nonhuman kind, that is. During the 1980’s, with that concept in mind, a program based on picking up highway litter was initiated. Soon, a number of small businesses and civic groups as well as individuals began to announce the adoption of highways, streets, and roads. The…

The Chemo Room

The smell of disinfectant, the swoosh of rubber soles, The whispered orders heard by all, Pierce through the harried soul. A chemo needle buries deep and bruises fragile skin. The color pales, the cold creeps in And sleep’s the hope today. Or maybe,              Just to run away. Her eyes blink open at the sounds but…