Those two words can be so powerful & scary. I remember when my sister-in-law told me she had breast cancer. She was crying. My heart was pounding.
I remember when I learned my Grandma was sick with breast cancer. I was young and didn't know what it really meant. I just knew that she wasn't well enough to play Scrabble with me anymore and kept telling me that we'd play when she got better.
I remember when my Mom told me she had breast cancer. A few months after her diagnosis she told me that she hadn't been surprised...in a way she was expecting it. Either I was expecting it or I was just numb and in denial. I didn't cry, but I was afraid.
Both my sister-in-law and my Grandma lost their battle with breast cancer. For my grandma, it was too late once she was diagnosed. She was afraid of doctors and didn't go when she should have. I never got to play Scrabble with her again, but I think of her everytime I do play. My sister-in-law waged her battle for five years. I remember when we first met and became fast friends. She welcomed me into my husband's family and we considered each other sisters. I miss her a lot.
My mom is the lucky one. She's a survivor. And anyone who knows my mom shouldn't be surprised by this. She's small, but she's STRONG.
So, at some point this month, take a few minutes to remember those who have/had breast cancer. If you haven't had a mammogram -- GET ONE!!

