Around Christmas, our lives were directly impacted by the dreaded “C” word. Being diagnosed with cancer is something we all fear. Cancer does not discriminate and we are all aware of the statistics and possibilities to be diagnosed. However, I think we make ourselves comfortable with the idea that both ourselves and our loved ones are safe or in the clear. I think it’s a sense of self-preservation or a way to cope with such a scary fate.
This past December, my mom got the call we all dread. That doctor’s call where your mind goes blank and you don’t hear anything after the words, “you have cancer”. The moment she got the news, my family and I knew we were going to do anything and everything to get her through this. We rallied together for her, but also for each other. On April 8th, my mom got her pathology results from surgery. Although she will have to continue to go for routine scans and tests, she can OFFICIALLY move past this dark chapter of her life. Seeing what my mom had to endure, and knowing everything she had to overcome in her journey is the scariest thing I’ve ever had to go through.
We are so blessed and grateful to all be participating in the Relay for Life on June 8th. On that day I will be relaying for: my grandma - who beat her battle with breast cancer, my beautiful aunt - who was taken incredibly too soon, my grandpa - who daily continues his fight with prostate cancer, Tim - who beat his battle, Bev - who I never got to meet due to lung cancer, Tommy - who’s laugh I no longer get to hear due to lung cancer, and lastly my mom - who will be walking with us.
If you are financially able to, I kindly ask for your support in raising money for finding a cure for this ugly disease.