The Oct. 24 letter “Don’t be misled by fall’s pink ribbons” was poignant and important. I’m a three-time breast cancer survivor; the first time at age 32 and the last time three years ago when I was 60.

After my second diagnosis, which came 18 years after my first, I was diagnosed with advanced cancer. I, too, joined a support group. My group was online, as the effects of treatment kept me home most of the time. It was wonderful to share my fears and experiences openly, something you can’t always do with your family or caregivers. However, I had the same experience. I had to finally leave the group when one other woman and I were the only survivors.

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Everyone wants to believe that wearing pink, marching and raising money will make a difference. Those of us who have been there or have lost someone to breast cancer know that there are enormous variables. Early detection is no guarantee. Many with breast cancer, even small cases found early, know they can recur or spread.

Some of us are very lucky, but it’s a disservice to all of us who continue to fight to only focus on unreal, rosy expectations.

Roseann Forziano, Rocky Point