
A decade is a long time to wait to tell a story, but that‘s what I did. The only way I can explain myself for depriving you of such an inspiring tale of courage and strength is to say the story is so important to me, I’ve been eager yet gut-wrenchingly terrified to put it in black and white simply because I’m not confident what I will write is strong enough to do it justice. I’m not sure a page or two in a blog could begin to scratch the surface of the devastating events we lived through and triumphed over.
More than ten yeas ago on Thanksgiving Day, I nearly lost my mother to massive heart problems. By the grace of God, doctors were able to bring her back to us. It was a long road to recovery, but my mother got back on her feet, only to be knocked down again by another devastating blow: breast cancer. It was the one-two sucker punch of life that we never expected. No one in our family had ever suffered from this illness. Beyond that, hadn’t this woman gone through enough? It was time to don the armor again and fight the next battle that had made its way to our doorstep whether we were ready for it or not. My mother’s battle with cancer opened my eyes to the fight millions of women had gone through before her and millions more will undergo in the years to come. My sister and I helped her through everything this terrible disease does to the body, mind, and spirit. We were there to dress her wounds after her surgery. We went with her to the radiologist. We went with her to survivor fundraiser fashion shows, events we hoped would give her back the self-esteem the disease stole from her. Across the country, millions of women have something in common with my mother. They too have fought breast cancer and won. I’ve had the honor of meeting some of them. These are amazing, courageous women. I will share all of their stories with you over the next few weeks as we raise awareness of this disease.