Breast cancer has touched many lives around me over the past year, and as October (breast cancer awareness month) approaches, I’m thinking yet again about this devastating disease.
I’ve been extremely fortunate. My mother found cancer yet again in her breast, after more than 15 years from her last battle with it. She caught it early and made the tough decision to undergo a double mastectomy. She’s fine. She really is. She’s a fighter — always has been — and sometimes I forget that she’s brushed cancer and gone through major surgery so recently because she’s so nonchalant about it. She just keeps going and going.
My neighbor across the street is the same. She battled breast cancer last spring and summer and won. She’s tough and positive, and on October 1 she’s riding in the Mamma Jamma Ride. I’m so happy she’s healthy and kicking, and I definitely made sure to donate to her team, the Saint John’s Pedalers Despise/Detest Breast Cancer. She’s going to ride 27 miles!
I can’t believe it’s been since I left KVUE in 2010 that one of my mentors and teachers lost her battle to breast cancer. When I found out Thea died, I cried. She also fought incredibly hard against it, but it won in the end. It makes me really sad to know that for every story of life, there are also stories of death.
This year I will be participating in the Komen Race for the Cure, despite avoiding the race last year. I still have my reservations about it, but my employer is paying for my race entry and we’re doing a big thing to raise awareness and build our company team, so I’m happy to participate.
I’m going to try and raise some money for the cause. Komen has a personal fundraising page for me here.
I’m one week away from another cause I believe in — Fight Gone Bad 6 — and thanks to my fabulous friends, I met the minimum fundraising requirement and I’m on my way to my new goal.
I can’t wait to head out to Camp Mabry with Luke, Mads and Andy on Saturday. Andy and Mads will be there to cheer me and Luke on. It’s going to be awesome!