02.14.1985 – 02.14.2010 = 25+ years…
A Quarter of a Century!!!
Yes, that’s how long Mom has been a Breast Cancer SURVIVOR!!! We know how lucky and blessed we are to be surrounded by her love, presence, sense of humor and great cooking and baking too! Don’t you want to give that same opportunity to others who have loved ones with this disease? Don’t you want to help find a cure so no one else has to suffer? Please make a donation…any amount helps!
Since 2003, I have asked for your support in the Revlon Run/Walk in NYC. I am participating in 2 (yes TWO) Run/Walks like last year. I will be doing the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure on April 25, 2010 and the Revlon Run/Walk on May 1, 2010. I hope I can count on your donations yet again! You can donate to just one or both
Most of you already know my mom’s story, but just a quick recap – she is a 25 year Breast Cancer survivor as of this past Valentine’s Day. You can read her full story below…
You can make your donation on my page(s) as well or mail it(them) in…Please let me know if you want more info on mailing donations.
If you’d like to walk / run, register and let me know! Maybe we can form a team
As usual, thanks for your generosity!
My Mom’s Story…
February 14th is known to many around the world as Valentine’s Day, but for our family, this date is significant for another reason and will forever be etched in our minds as the date Mom, Myrna, went to the hospital so the doctors could perform surgery – February 14, 1985. They have to do this to Mommy so they can “remove the bad stuff in her body” and “make her feel better” – as explained to me, a 7 year old in the first grade. I had no idea how serious this was back then and when I started to finally realize the gravity of it all, I didn’t even think she would make it to my 8th grade graduation.
Before this disease, Mom was a religious, family oriented, smart, beautiful, hard-working, diligent, always worked overtime, aerobic crazed, marathon-running, barely ever without make-up and always looked her best before stepping out of the house kind of a woman (nothing wrong with any of that). I can come up with more positive adjectives, but I think you catch my drift. Afterwards, she focused more and more on religion and family than ever before and less on work or having to always look her best. She instilled even more values and her “new” or “stronger” views on family, religion, etc. on us and helped us sort out our priorities and views. She would sit or lay there telling us her corny jokes to keep OUR spirits up while she was the one suffering. She sounded like she was strong and out and about, but in reality, I remember she was very frail and sickly…
I still have vivid memories of going w/her and my dad to her chemo appointments. As soon as she stepped foot into the doctor’s office, she went straight to the bathroom to vomit b/c of the smell…I remember her balding and having to buy a wig…I remember her trying to get a perm when her hair was finally growing back – to make it look thicker – only to hear her scream in agony b/c the chemicals were burning her scalp.
After a few more check-ups later that summer, multiple doctors kept telling her she had 6 months to live…Forget my 8th graduation, she wouldn’t even make my First Communion the following year!
Of course, Mom had to prove everyone (including the doctors) wrong, as always Don’t know how, exactly, but that’s Mom for ya! We all think it has a lot to do with her strong faith, determination and newfound outlook on life. It is now over 25 years later and she is still good ol’ Mom, proving everyone wrong and that “mother knows best”, donning less make-up, but more beautiful than ever because her beauty radiates from within.
In honor of my beautiful, strong-willed, dedicated, smart, independent, [insert any and all positive adjectives you can think of here] breast cancer survivor of a mother, I will be participating in Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure on Sunday, April 25th, 2010 and Revlon Run/Walk on May 1, 2010 in hopes that we can keep raising enough money to fund research…Hopefully, one day, there will be a cure so that no one will have to go through what my mom and all the other women have endured in dealing with this disease.
Please donate what you can…any amount helps!