Honoring Ellen

June 11, 2012  /  BY CJ (Dian) Corneliussen-James

Ellen Moskowitz, Director of Metastatic Breast Cancer Network from 2006 to 2010, passed away from cancer on June 7, 2012. I had known the end was near. Ellen had been in Hospice for some months and we had spoken by phone on a number of occasions. Last week when I called, Ellen was unable to hear my voice over the phone so the nurse repeated my words, phrase by phrase, in her ear.


363 Points Down

June 6, 2012  /  BY Kathi

At age 35, Lori was diagnosed with Stage II breast cancer. She was a young wife and mother of a then three-year-old son. About ten months ago, ten years after her initial diagnosis, she was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer. This is a post from her thoughtfully-written blog, Regrounding, about where she’s at now. With her gracious permission, we republish it here.



June 2, 2012  /  BY Kathi

‘The Pinkwell winners were announced today. Since we had predicted that we would earn at least $45,000 during the contest — and we did, we earned an incredible $206,000 — Pinkwell will award us $45,000! Thanks so much for everyone’s support. Our research fund keeps growing with your help.’


My Education

May 16, 2012  /  BY Amy Durfee West

Amy Durfee West was a practicing attorney for close to three decades until she found herself moved to change her life’s path. About a year ago, in the midst of pursuing this new path, she was diagnosed with Stage IV breast cancer. This is her story.


Thirty For Thirty

May 3, 2012  /  BY Kathi

About a year-and-a-half ago, at the end of 2010, I became friends in cyberspace with a blogger named Rachel. She had left an endearing comment on my blog, for a post that was not directly about breast cancer, as it happened, but about losing my 15-year-old dog, Foxy. That post was called Foxy’s Tale – Chapter Two. As is true for many of us, my pets were a constant source of comfort, unalloyed love, and joy during my treatment for breast cancer. What made Foxy so special to me was that he showed up in my life as a frightened, half-wild stray, and, despite his understandable terror, arising from a background of abuse and neglect, he chose to stay with me, to trust me to care for him and treat him with kindness. He rewarded me with love and loyalty, and taught me many lessons in how to face fear, lessons I would need when I was diagnosed.