Gilda's Club Rochester Review

Outstanding support groups for anyone that has ever been diagnosed with cancer even if you are in remission. Support groups offered for family members also. Many different types of activities from gentle exercise to all kinds of art media in addition to the regular more formalized support group meetings. It has been a Godsend for me in this difficult time in my life.

Your garbage pickup is at offensive hours in the early morning when most people are sleeping. IT'S WRONG!

Seriously, plowing your parking lot from 1-2:00am ? Garbage pickup before 7am? What for? Your actions are not acceptable.

Melinda Merante, this is very inconsiderate of you and your organization.

A wonderful place for cancer patient & family member. Much needed,thank you to Gildas Club

Gildas club is an amazing place with amazing people. They do great work for the children of Rochester!

Change your garbage pickup schedule... It's very annoying that they come multiple times a week and pickup very early in the morning, when I'm still sleeping.

Please change the time of your garbage pickup... Not sure why they wake up the neighborhood twice a week at 7am

Great resource for cancer patients and their families and friends. All services are free and clubhouse is accessible. They offer a wide range of services!! They've even gone to loads of online for covid-19!!

Your 7:00am refuse collections 2x's a week are getting old... Please make changes to help the community live a better life.

I couldn't imagine spending a beautiful afternoon inside the windowless galleries of a museum. Even if landscape paintings from the Hudson River School hang one after another on the walls, better to be outside. I found myself close to the Rochester Contemporary Art Museum, a small space for a growing community, walking to the building through a light drizzle felt outdoorsy. Unfortunately, a crew inside had the next exhibition preparations underway, painting walls white once again. Closed for the duration, I had to make other plans.

I have the camera in tow. Right now, an officer in his blues watches an infant boy in a baby carriage while the boy's mom scoots off for an item forgotten at the car. The officer has one hand on the handle of a yellow taser and one hand on the push bar. I have on my lens cap still because of not only respect for the law but also that's an unknown baby. One more amusing picture makes the image makes the journal but not the reel.

After the failed visit to Rochester Contemporary, lunch time arrived and I visited Murphy's Law Irish Pub. "If something can go wrong, it will". Something can always go wrong, so adulting is a constant game of playing catch. However, I got a pour of Guinness and a simple hamburger without any complication and I took many boring pictures of the interior to post on Google Local. One of those absurd as a rhino or an elephant rides went by, a bar with ten stools and ten sets of peddles, all under a roof, all on wheels. I had moved onto the patio and so I snapped a picture. A woman in a bridesmaid gown asked me, "Are you just taking pictures of anything"? "I'm out photowalking, practicing street photography. The pub peddlers were pretty much yelling woo hoo, so why not. Half the art of street photography is to know when it is okay to take a photo and when it's not". She had stepped out for a smoke and seemed talkative. "What is the story of the wedding", I asked. "What is the story of the wedding? What do you mean"? "Every wedding is a love story", I answered. The best friend of her husband had finally married his long time girlfriend after a long long courtship. Her husband, she confided, had passed of cancer a time ago. She didn't say. She had stepped out to smoke and contemplate. "Oh, I am sorry. That cancer is a, well you get it". "Oh, yeah, I get it". It's not the first time I've had the conversation with a woman who had lost her partner. It happens all too often. I didn't mention my surgery of last January. I did say, "A few blocks from here a Gilda's House awaits. I once walked into the Gilda's House in Grand Rapids and said, 'I just want to think about cancer' to the receptionist. She asked. And that was my answer. A therapist found me writing in the library and wanted to know if I wanted to talk. I didn't, but I stayed for dinner". "Where is it", she asked. Right around the block. It has a red door". Her friend came out of Murphy's. "Did you just wander off"? I smiled, wished her a lovely afternoon. She smiled and said in parting, "Thanks for the little chit chat".

I called a ride share for a lift to the lilac festival. A thousand lilac bushes must be in bloom.

If you have cancer or are touched by, or struggling with a loved one having cancer this is a wonderful place to come and get support!

Please be more considerate of your neighbors by making sure your refuse pickup and snow plowing take place at neighbor friendly times.

Wonderful place for all varieties of people dealing with cancer... Also caregivers can get help and info..

Melinda Merante is unresponsive to neighborhood concerns. The noise coming from your facilities at all hours of the night is ridiculous... Simple requests ignored! No person should be abruptly awoken at 5:50 am for garbage pickup, with a large metal dumpster slamming to the ground with a loud bang.

People that live around your facility depend on sleep to fight illness and possibly cancer! why do you allow your contractors to perform services in the middle of the night and very early morning, waking up people so you can have your parking lot plowed or garbage picked up? You've allowed this to continue for far too long.

6:30am garbage pickup on Monday and Tuesday morning is UNKIND to your neighbors. I see that a fair number of people have complained about this and nothing has been done.