Two years ago, I was trying hard to escape my home because I felt like breast cancer surgery was holding me hostage. With each passing year, I reflect on what could have been. What if I had not pressed on and showed up at the mammography appointment? As a mom, I am certain you know that I had a to-do list that was as long as the day. What if I had not found the lump in the shower? What if I did not have friends personally affected, would I have taken it serious?
So many questions, that I can’t answer but I meet women who are battling or have battled and it seems that we all have a similar story. Some of us caught it earlier and are N.E.D. (No Evidence of Disease) but there are far too many who may never experience that euphoric feeling from hearing the words. It is many times short lived because with every ache and pain, we relive the first moment of diagnosis. Doctors are human and make errors, so we always wonder if they missed something. This is a vicious cycle because you are never cured. No matter what anyone says- there is no cure for cancer.
Saying that makes my cry put unfortunately it is the reality of any cancer patient. During my actual two year anniversary, two ladies that were young, vibrant and in the prime of their life received their wings thanks to cancer. They fought and tried everything possible even some that were not legal, but when facing death you have no time to think about legalities. I remember waking up in Nassau and logging onto to Facebook and seeing the dreadful message from the daughter of one and later that day the husband of the other. I had an instant moment of sadness and guilt that was later replaced with gratitude when my kids asked to go to the pool or beach.
I spent my time on the beach reflecting on the year that I had left behind and felt a sense of peace as I recalled walking 60 miles over three days, riding my bike 200+ miles from PA to MD, and handing out “Chemo” packs to ladies in the infusion rooms. These moments help me replace the negative with positives and I am grateful. Grateful to everyone who donated to Pink Ribbon Stilettos to make it all possible.
I need your help again this year. I’ve teamed up with a group of survivors and we plan to give back to other women who are battling but I will be yet again riding in the 3Day bike ride. I can’t do it without and I hope you will support me with a donation. Feel free to donate directly to the ride and stay on the look out for fundraising activities. Your support is greatly appreciated.
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