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And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in.
Why I fight?
Why? I keep getting that question... I keep hearing “Why do you want to do this? After all you’ve been through already?” My answer is simple.... because I physically can. See... I’ve watched diseases take the lives of my father at age 57 and my brother at age 34..... I’ve watched the people I love most suffer and lose the choice to even walk a mile. On top of that I’ve been that person. At 30 years old when my daughter was just 4 months I was diagnosed with Triple Negative Breast Cancer. Triple Negative is rare and extremely aggressive. So when I was diagnosed, I didn’t have a choice on treatment. It was chemotherapy... surgery.... It made me so weak that it took me two hours to walk one mile. But I had my daughter... I had my husband... I had my mom... So hell if I wasn’t going to fight with everything had. Cancer stole my hair... my body... the comfort of everyday life...but it never stole my hope. I held on to that with everything I had. Hope I’d get my strength back, hope I’d see all my daughters “firsts”....hope I’d have another baby someday. Hope for a future with the people I love. I was told cancer treatment had likely left me infertile. At 30 years old I was done having children... it was devastating blow... everyone wrote off my having kids but I never lost hope. I knew I wasn’t done yet. Sure enough 2 years post treatment I was pregnant with my miracle baby. I carried Noah to full term. He’s a big healthy crazy boy now. Our bodies are so resistant... if we take care of them, if we push them. If we give them hope... It’s taken me 4 years to recover from cancer treatments that left me a shadow of my former self. I’ll never be 100% but I’ve adjusted to my “new normal”. Cancer takes so much from you and the people who love you. You have to live for the day because tomorrow is not promised. Do I worry it will come back? Of course... But do I let it stop me from living? NEVER. So, yes I’m going to train. Yes, I’m going to push my body even more. Yes, I’m scared. Yes, this is probably a crazy thing to do.... but life is to short to say no. Life is to short to not hold on to hope. It’s to short to not make a difference if you can. To give hope to others out there fighting the same fight. If we don’t do what we can to stop cancer, then who will? So help me do this! Let’s make a difference today. Every dollar counts. You count. We can do this. I have a good feeling about it 💛