Reflections from Dana
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Dana Stein
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Dana Stein
There’s a strange quiet that settles in once cancer treatment becomes routine.
At first, everything feels loud. The diagnosis. The appointments. The fear. The decisions. The logistics. Everything is visibly hard.
And then one day, you’re just… in it.
Cancer becomes another identifier you carry with you. Mom. Wife. Daughter. Sister. Employee. Volunteer. Community member. Cancer patient. And somehow it becomes both a part of you, without you asking, & one that you fight.
I don’t want to be a cancer patient. No one does. And then it quietly consumes so much of life in both enormous and tiny ways.
The enormous ways look like monthly trips from Erie to Durham that have become so routine: Flight. Dinner. MRI sometimes. Sleep. Breakfast. Appointments. Lunch. Flight home. A rhythm I never asked to master, but now know by heart.
And then there are the smaller ways that people don’t always see. Getting lightheaded just from standing up. Wanting to go to sleep earlier and earlier. Modifying workouts. But still showing up.
That’s the part I keep coming back to lately. Showing up. Not perfectly. Not heroically. Just consistently. Quietly. Over and over again.
Some days surviving cancer treatment looks big and brave. Other days it looks like adjusting the weights, taking the nap, boarding the flight, or simply putting one foot in front of the other.
At the same time, we are deeply grateful for the good moments. We cling tightly to the encouraging news from appointments and scans. And we are endlessly appreciative of our community — the texts, meals, prayers, check-ins, childcare help, fundraising support, and simple reminders that we are not carrying this alone. The support we’ve received has held us up in more ways than you probably realize.
If you want to continue holding us up, please consider showing up for us at a dinner being hosted by friends on June 4: www.eventbrite.com/e/dining-for-dana-tickets-1987262795517?aff=oddtdtcreator
Mostly though, Hope & Good & Thank You!
#steinstrong❤️🙏🏻
At first, everything feels loud. The diagnosis. The appointments. The fear. The decisions. The logistics. Everything is visibly hard.
And then one day, you’re just… in it.
Cancer becomes another identifier you carry with you. Mom. Wife. Daughter. Sister. Employee. Volunteer. Community member. Cancer patient. And somehow it becomes both a part of you, without you asking, & one that you fight.
I don’t want to be a cancer patient. No one does. And then it quietly consumes so much of life in both enormous and tiny ways.
The enormous ways look like monthly trips from Erie to Durham that have become so routine: Flight. Dinner. MRI sometimes. Sleep. Breakfast. Appointments. Lunch. Flight home. A rhythm I never asked to master, but now know by heart.
And then there are the smaller ways that people don’t always see. Getting lightheaded just from standing up. Wanting to go to sleep earlier and earlier. Modifying workouts. But still showing up.
That’s the part I keep coming back to lately. Showing up. Not perfectly. Not heroically. Just consistently. Quietly. Over and over again.
Some days surviving cancer treatment looks big and brave. Other days it looks like adjusting the weights, taking the nap, boarding the flight, or simply putting one foot in front of the other.
At the same time, we are deeply grateful for the good moments. We cling tightly to the encouraging news from appointments and scans. And we are endlessly appreciative of our community — the texts, meals, prayers, check-ins, childcare help, fundraising support, and simple reminders that we are not carrying this alone. The support we’ve received has held us up in more ways than you probably realize.
If you want to continue holding us up, please consider showing up for us at a dinner being hosted by friends on June 4: www.eventbrite.com/e/dining-for-dana-tickets-1987262795517?aff=oddtdtcreator
Mostly though, Hope & Good & Thank You!
#steinstrong❤️🙏🏻
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