Avon Walk 2006 - Kicking Asphalt!

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month.  In 2006 I walked in the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer in NY with my mom (a survivor), my aunts and friends.  Our team of six raised over $18,000 for the cause.  The following is a summary of my experience at the walk and my feelings about it. 

 

Well, my many months of training and anticipation are over and the only things I’m left with are fond memories and tired, sore feet.

It actually all started Friday night when I jetted out of work and met my dad, who drove like the devil was chasing us to the Hicksville Train Station to make the 4:44 train. Without breaking too many laws, my dad made the 35 mile trip in 40 minutes during rush hour traffic and I hopped out of the car to find that the train was 15 minutes delayed. It was then that I regretted not going to the bathroom beforehand. Well my train pulled into Brooklyn and I took the subway the wrong way, and had to turn around and l went a few stops out of the way, But I finally made it to the Marriott in Brooklyn and met up with the rest of my team: Mom, Aunt Ellen, Aunt Ida, Iris and Lucille. We checked in  and headed out to eat. We had a great Italian dinner and headed back to our hotel to rest.

We squeezed 6 of us into a hotel room suite with 2 beds and a pull out couch. Iris and I, being the babies of the bunch got the couch. Being silly and giddy and excited, we stayed up chatting but finally decided we should get some rest since we'd be getting up at 5:30 AM . AS it turned out, I had the worst night of sleep I've ever had in my entire life or so I thought.  The couch was terribly uncomfortable and with the hotel’s open floor plan we heard every sound imaginable.  I didn't know how to get through the next day.

Off we went to South Street Seaport and thank God -there was coffee!! We had our breakfast and began opening ceremonies.  Just like 2 years ago, they showed us the connection ribbon, a pink ribbon that's printed with “Every three minutes" symbolizing the scary statistic that every three minutes another woman is diagnosed with breast cancer. They gave out the first ribbon and said they'd continue to give one out every three minutes for the duration of the weekend.  I wondered if I’d get one. We then created a connection by taking the hands of the people around us, the people who'd broke the record for the most participants in an Avon walk  - over 3,550 participants, and the most money raised - over 9.7 million.

The first ten miles were a piece of cake. We walked past the New York Stock Exchange, the World Trade Center site, Chelsea Piers, the intrepid, and before we knew it, we were eating lunch. It was after that when the pain set in. We only had three miles left, but my muscles had tightened while I rested and we had some scary hills in front of us near the George Washington Bridge.  While I trained the best I could before the walk, the most I had done at one time was 9 miles. I was worried for me but also for the rest of my team who hadn't all even trained as much as I had. What kept me going was the way the walk was organized.  It seemed as though every two miles or so we were stopping to stretch, fill up our water or grab a snack.  And everywhere we looked someone was cheering us on.

We made it to the end of the day’s walk and hopped on the bus to take us back to the campsite. I got on first, sat down and my mom walked over to me leaned down to kiss me, and with tears in her eyes said "l can't believe I did it." I don't think she realized that the hardest part was ahead of us. We had to do it all again the next day.

We got back to the campsite and immediately were taken care of.  I was handed water and a goodie bag.  I took a yoga class to stretch out. I went to the massage tent and told the guy that my lowest disk is herniated and torn and that I won't be offended if he tries to work out my butt cheek. "Please, offend me" I told him. Well I think he was masochist, because I like a firm hand, but he was torturing me and every time I said, "Not so rough," I think he heard "Rough."

After my massage with Adolf Hitler, my second toe on my right foot was killing me. I had no idea if I could do anything about it, but since Iris was headed to the physical therapist for hip pain. I decided to stop by the podiatry tent.  Seeing people bleeding, hobbling and covered with blisters, I felt a little stupid. But the stupidity became worse when I found out that my toe pain was caused by my toenail being too long. My diagnosis: clip the toenail.  At home, I would have paid 80 bucks for that diagnosis.  How dumb did I feel!!!!!!!

Anyway, we got our gear and some tent angels helped us set up the tent and we made ourselves at home for the night under the Tri-borough Bridge.  We went to dinner and I got 1,000 people to sing "Happy Birthday" to iris and we enjoyed the hostess cupcakes that she didn't see me sneak in.  We hit the port-a-potties and took showers on a truck and hit the sheets, or, well, hit the sleeping bags.

I figured that since I hardly slept the night before, my only saving grace was that I was completely exhausted. I was wrong. I fell asleep almost immediately around 9:30. I wanted so badly to sleep through the night. When I woke up and looked at my watch to see the time, it was 11:00. That would end up being my longest stretch of sleep that entire night. I tossed and turned and was so cold that Iris put on a Mylar blanket which crinkled every time I moved and would come to be known as "the Burqer King Hamburger wrapper."  It did work however.  As thin as paper, it keeps your body heat trapped in. After a bathroom trip at 3:30, I was pretty much up and had no idea how I could possibly make it through another day.  It was the worst two nights of sleep I’ve ever gotten, and it was the two nights where I needed sleep the most.

Well l did manage to get up, since I hadn't really gone to sleep anyway, and outside my tent was a connection ribbon, it was placed outside our tent during the night to symbolize another woman who was diagnosed with breast cancer while we slept. After I got up, I realized that Lucille was wearing one too. That means that out of the 6 of us, 2 of us were symbolically diagnosed with breast cancer -  2 out of 6! That's 1 out of 3! I put it on and wore it to raise awareness, but I won't lie -it was a little creepy.

Having slept on the floor and being absolutely exhausted, I could barely stand. My back was killing me. I went to the physical therapy tent and found a therapist to stretch me out. I don't think I would have been able to walk otherwise.

We headed to the starting line and were off.  Day 2 was very scenic. We crossed bridges, walked through parks and neighborhoods and ended up having lunch in a quaint little park in Brooklyn overlooking the water between the Brooklyn Bridge and the Manhattan Bridge. It was much harder to keep going, but by the time we finished lunch we were only 3 miles from the finish line. Again, our saving grace was that we were constantly being cheered on. Towards the end it seemed like every block was a group of people thanking us, cheering us, and high-fiving us. We made it over the Brooklyn Bridge and had only I mile to go to the finish line.

Finally, after what seemed like the longest mile on earth, we could hear cheering up ahead and spotted pink pillars, pink signs and pink balloons. We held hands and headed toward the noise. Fighting back the tears, we met up with our families and said hello to our husbands who were holding pink roses for us.

We had done it -26.2 miles in 2 days! Over $18.000 raised amongst the 6 of us. More importantly, we made our personal goals to show our commitment to this cause. We all cried in each other’s arms.

Maybe it was from the excitement; maybe it was from the fulfillment we felt; maybe it was because we were exhausted or maybe it was all of that. We had done what we set out to do and it made us feel like we could do anything!

We marched in for the closing ceremony and it was as if for the moment I felt every emotion possible. I smiled, cried, laughed, and cheered. I was proud, yet humbled to walk with breast cancer survivors who fought for their lives. We remembered our loved ones lost, and the last connection ribbon was given out and our last three minutes together came to a close.

I think back on my experience and pray that we're coming closer to finding a cure. I think of my mom, and although breast cancer took her breast, it didn't touch her soul. May she never again fight breast cancer. And I think of my best friend who walked beside me and I pray that she will never know breast cancer. And my aunts, friends, and mothers and daughters who I walked with -may they never have to fight breast cancer. And I think of my nieces sleeping in their cribs, and I smile because maybe one day, they’ll grow up in a world without breast cancer.

Penny's From Heaven

Here's another oldie, but goody.  I wrote this back in 2006 when I was training for the NY Avon Walk.  October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, and so I share this with you!

Every three minutes, another woman in the United States is diagnosed with breast cancer. When my mother's three minutes came, it shook my world upside-down. It was just months before my wedding, and just weeks before my nephew, her first grandchild, was due to make his entrance into the world. It seemed so unfair. She had so many things to look forward to, but I later realized that it was just those things that made the battle worth fighting.

Mom was lucky.

After her three minutes, it only took me three minutes to decide I needed to do something. Back in 2004 I raised $3600 and walked 26 miles to fight breast cancer. Now, two years later, I'm doing the same thing, only this time I'm joined by Mom.

Back in January, our family lost a dear friend, Penny, and my two aunts, Ellen and Ida, felt hopeless and lost. Joining forces with us, we created a team of six, pulling in our friends Iris and Lucille. We call our team, "Penny's from Heaven" in tribute to our friend Penny who lost the battle to breast cancer.

I've been diligently training and fundraising, as well as preparing to camp out for the big weekend, which is only 7 days away. This will be the last email I send to you until after the walk. I wanted to thank all of you that have supported me financially as well as emotionally through both my mother's ordeal, as well as my training. With your help, my team has raised over $18,000. We've reached our team goal, although I'm still a few hundred dollars away from making my personal goal of $3600. It's not too late to donate -hint, hint!

With only one weekend left to train, I posted a message to all Suffolk County walkers to please join me at 9AM this morning at the 7-11 on the corner for a training walk. I woke up bright and early, put on my Avon t-shirt and my new stretchy walking pants, my blister-free socks and my ninety-dollar sneakers. And I waited. And I waited some more. And at 9:15 I made a decision to walk alone. Feeling lonely with my motivation dwindling, I went about 4 miles and found myself in Port Jefferson village. I went into McDonalds to use the restroom and was lured in by their offer for free coffee. Sitting by myself, sipping my coffee and pondering going on with my walk, and just thinking about the walk in general, I took notice of a young mother having breakfast with her little girl. They weren't doing anything out of the ordinary and they weren't being loud, but I took notice of them. And seeing them, and thinking about my mother, I watched them, and with tears rolling down my face, trying not to cause a scene, I silently thanked God for my mother's presence, and wondered why my mom made it and how come Penny didn't? Why did my mom dance at my wedding and why won't Penny dance at her sons'? Why is my family so lucky?

It was as if someone from above was reminding me why I'm doing this. Yes, it's exciting. Yes, it will be fun. But maybe this money we raise will someday make a difference, because since you began reading this email, another three minutes has passed, and another woman was diagnosed with breast cancer.

Can't sleep...swirling thoughts in my head

Here's another one in honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month.  I wrote this in 2006 when I was training for the Avon Breast Cancer Walk. 

 

So it's 3:45 AM and I finally decided to just get out of bed after an hour of staring at the clock. After stupidly drinking what seems like 6 gallons of water before bed I get up to go to the bathroom and now I find myself lying in bed. The longer I lay still, the more thoughts that go swirling in my head and the more I want to get those thoughts down. I'm listening to the rain outside and becoming more and more convinced that I won't be doing my nine mile walk in the morning. Damn you, rain! Why don't I own a treadmill? Why am I awake? Perhaps it's because I was in bed by 10 o'clock on a Saturday night. When did I become such an old fart?

It was such an exhausting week. The last week of the summer is supposed to be about relaxing. But for me it was about working part time at the Huntington Learning Center, signing forms and contracts for my new jobs, new teacher orientation, observing labs at Suffolk Community College, cleaning out my classroom in Massapequa.

These past two weeks have been crazy -more than I can take, physically and emotionally. First off, I'm leaving my job in Massapequa, which was a very hard decision to make. When I left the East Meadow School district and Connetquot, I didn't have a job the next year, so I was forced to look for a new position. But now I'm leaving a job that I have, where I've been very comfortable and very happy, and I'm taking it harder than I thought. Cleaning out my classroom, I was sobbing like a psychopathic lunatic.

So I've filled out all my paperwork and I'm ready to start my kindergarten position at Rocky Point when another part time position basically falls into my lap. My mother-in-law calls me and tells me to call someone at Suffolk Community College about a reading lab position. Basically I sent her my resume and within 30 seconds she emails me and tells me to come to a lab meeting where I can meet the rest of the staff. So I' m perplexed ... do I have this job?????? I go in and my name is on the mailbox and files. My mother-in-law points to the mailbox and says, "Yeah ... I think you’ve got the job." So basically they're paying me $32 an hour to assign independent reading work. Sounds good.

In the meantime, my cousin's temple calls me to come in and interview about teaching religion. Now here's the kicker: Out of all three of these jobs, this one seemed to be the most formal interview. A panel of five is interviewing me to teach religious school. It's a first/second grade class where I'll be teaching about the holidays and doing arts and crafts, singing, dancing, cooking ... and I'm being interviewed by the entire education committee. I was a little taken back.

So basically I've taken on three new jobs within the course of a week. I know I'll do well, but this has been overwhelming. For those of you who know me well, I don't do things half-assed. If you've seen my gift baskets, scrapbooks or drama club productions, you know that I'm committed... perhaps I should be committed.

By the way, there is a point to this story ... and here it is:

So Thursday afternoon I'm hanging out at my girlfriend's house in Jersey and her two year old is telling me how he went pee-pee on the potty ("not poo-poo, pee-pee") when my cell phone rings. I didn't recognize the number. This is what the conversation was:

“Hello."

"Heather?"

“Yeah?"

"It's Adam"

“Who?"

"Adam"

"Adam?"

"Yeah."

"Who are you trying to call?"

 "Heather"

 "Who is this?"

"Adam!"

Now it wasn't the best connection, but I totally did not recognize his changing voice. Adam, who I still think of as a three year old, is the kid who I used to babysit. Now when I say babysit, I mean all the time. I saw him at least weekly, if not more. I was only sixteen when he was born, and I was already sitting for his older sister and brother. I remember how his brother Ian was only 5 months old when I met the family. He was such a good baby. After the older one was asleep, I would take him out of his crib and let him sleep in my arms. I couldn’t’ resist. When his parents came home I would sometimes lie and say that he woke up.

Adam, on the other hand, was a horrendous baby. I'm convinced that he would cry for days at a time. I used to sit with him in the bathroom with the water running with the hope that the sound of it would soothe him. After about two years of torturing me, he mellowed out and turned out to be the sweetest kid on the planet.

Adam was calling me to tell me about his plans for his Bar Mitzvah. I remember that age. Ahh ... how the years go by so quickly. I remember being awkward, ugly, flat ¬chested, with braces and glasses. I also know that thirteen year olds are supposed to be confrontational and self-centered. Not Adam.

Anyway, as a Bar Mitzvah, Adam has to do a mitzvah, a good deed. Having been touched by breast cancer in his family, he decided to make a contribution to the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer and wants to talk about it in a speech at his Bar Mitzvah. I was floored. During the service yesterday he talked about my commitment to this walk, how I've set a goal of raising $3600, how I'll be walking 26 miles. I sat there beaming, looking at this child, this young man, thinking about how he's so adorable with this sweet innocence, yet so mature. I had partially assumed that his mother had put him up to it.

But then during the party he walked up to me, gave me a hug and looked me straight in the eye and said "I really hope that you get more donations."

I guess I knew how much this family had touched my life. I wasn't just their babysitter. I went on trips with them. I went out to eat with them. They sent me care packages in college. They were my second family. I don't see these kids as any different than my little cousins. I just didn't realize how much I'd touched their lives.

That's what keeps me going. I'm only five weeks away from the big walk. And although my fundraising is doing well, and I'm ready to take on this challenge mentally, physically I've still got a ways to go. If only this rain will cooperate. But when I' m walking and don't think I can go on any more, I'm going to think of Adam, and picture him at his wedding standing next to his beautiful wife. And I pray that she will never know of breast cancer. And I'll picture Adam holding a beautiful daughter, and I'll pray that she'll never know of breast cancer. And I think of how glorious Adam's mom and sister looked yesterday, and I pray that they'll never know of breast cancer. And I'll be walking next to my mom, and holding her hand, and overcome with emotion about my mother's battle with breast cancer, I'll thank God that she's here with me, taking on this challenge with me. And when I look in my wallet and see the pictures of my two newborn nieces, Lily and Casey.  I'll smile because in their little world, there is no breast cancer.

 

 

My 2004 Avon Walk Experience

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month.  In 2004 I participated in the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer in honor of my mom who had just undergone a mastectomy.  After my walk, I wrote my thoughts down about the experience.  Today, I share my thoughts with you:

 

 

 

Well my weekend is over and my Avon Breast Cancer walk is nothing but a memory - an exhausting, emotional, life-changing memory.

It all began on Saturday October 2, 2004 when the alarm went off at 4:45 AM. I woke up after a mediocre night's sleep with my friend’s 2 cats. The alarm was so loud that it jolted me off my friend's couch and I fell into her coffee table and then slid across the floor. I hate the morning. I managed to turn off the alarm before waking up the entire apartment building and sneak around in the dark to get dressed and repack my duffle bag. It was still dark when I left and met a friend on the corner to share a cab to South Street Seaport where the festivities began.

For weeks I had been preparing for this. I had fundraised and with the support of family and friends I raised over $3500. For six months I spent almost every weekend walking the trail from the Massapequa Train Station to the Bethpage Park and back. I also had to mentally prepare for this. I also had to accept the fact that I'd be using port-a-potties all weekend.

I met up with my team of eight and we headed up the stairs for the opening ceremony. We heard from women who are walking for all different reasons. I looked around and saw how many women had decorated their shirts. Some had names on them. One woman wrote "To my mother who lost the battle." That's the one that hit me. It made me realize how thankful I am that my mother is a breast cancer survivor and not a breast cancer statistic. I'm lucky for that. Many of the walkers that I met could not say the same thing.

During the ceremony, we learned about the "Every Three Minutes Ribbon." Every three minutes a woman in the United States is diagnosed with Breast Cancer. Every three minutes a random person was given one of these ribbons. 670 were given out during our two days together. That means that 670 women were diagnosed with breast cancer while I was walking. I never got one, but 2 of the 8 people that I walked with got them.

The most beautiful sunrise came up over the seaport. We learned that together New Yorkers raised 7.2 million dollars for the 2004 walk. Our city had the most money raised and the most registered walkers. We stretched our legs. We held hands. We cried together, and we were on our way.
We headed uptown along the west side. We passed the World Trade Center site. That was the first time I'd been there since the attacks. Posted are the names of those killed in September 11th. I stopped to find one particular name. It was the name of a man whose wife had given me a generous donation.

We continued on passing Chelsea Piers and all of the cruise lines that leave from Manhattan. We passed a group of children who were with an organized group cleaning up the shore and studying pollution. We stopped for lunch after 10 miles. We stretched our legs and continued on for the last 3 miles of the day, which were the hardest. We finally ended the day at Fort Tryon Park in the 190's.

We were bussed to camp on Randall's Island where we were greeted with cheers and love and hugs and lots of support. The sky was ready to open up so we tried to get our tent set up ASAP. Luckily there were boy scout volunteers to help us. The boys set up the tent for us and I was able to get inside and take a little snooze while the rain came down. Some of the other walkers were out walking in the rain. I didn't envy them.

At the campsite there was a wellness village with medics, massage, yoga classes, and free flip flops. I raised $3500 and walked 26 miles and all I got was a lousy pair of flip flops. Of course the massages were booked up in about 5 seconds, so I made an appointment to see a chiropractor. I explained to him that "I'd like an adjustment because I have a torn lower disk and if it's not too personal, my right butt cheek is really tight." Being a professional, he was very nice and was able to work the knots out of my butt cheek, as well as adjust my spine. I think I heard every bone in my body crack as he put me back together. I was very tight, but after that I felt much better.

We woke up to have dinner, which was a giant disappointment. There was so much food the entire weekend, but the meals were not very good at all. The snacks were wonderful. Every few miles we had choices of cookies, chips, nuts, pretzels, granola bars, apples, bananas as well as Gatorade and water. But the meals were awful. Saturday's dinner was sweet and sour chicken, chicken chow mein, steamed veggies and spinach salad. I ate the veggies and some mediocre strawberry ice cream. It was a good thing that I filled up on snacks all day and wasn't terribly hungry. One of the wonderful walkers was able to lie, cheat and steal for a corn muffin, so we split that as well.

That night we had some live entertainment, but I left to get away. The band was really good but I didn't have the energy to sit and listen to them. They were very loud. Instead I headed to the showers and took a nice warm shower on a truck. Yes, you heard me right. They brought in shower trucks. It wasn't as bad as I thought. One of my team members had rented a hotel room in case it was pouring, but we all decided to stay for the full experience. So instead of showering at the Marriott, we showered on trucks.

So I headed to bed and went to sleep. At 1 AM I woke up to go to the bathroom. I almost dropped my flashlight in the gross, blue, port-a-potty water. That was close. It's a good flashlight and I would not have gone in after it. I headed back to the tent, but I was so ridiculously thirsty that I could not go back to sleep. So I started walking around the campsite to find a crew member to get some water. Of course the crew was asleep, and the grounds were so quiet. It was so strange to have 2700 people all around you, yet the only sound you hear is the cars going by the Triborough Bridge right above us. Yes, I can say that for one night, I slept under a bridge. So I headed towards the security guards who told me to check the kitchen tent which only had leftover sodas from dinner. Finally I headed into the medical triage tent and was able to find a box with bottles of water. I got back into the tent and had a hard time getting back to sleep since I was up in the night air. Finally I was asleep.

5AM -  My goodness was is windy. I thought we'd blow away. I was up and shivering. I was searching through my gear for my gloves but I didn't want to wake up my tent mate so instead I just put the sleeping bag over my head. Finally at 6 AM it was time to get up and start the day. So now I'm exhausted and have had two short and interrupted nights of sleep.
After packing my bag and taking down the tent, we finally headed off to breakfast, which was another disappointment. After tasting fake eggs, chicken fried steak and a very dry biscuit, I settled on coco puffs. (Avon's intentions were good with a nice choice of breakfast food, but the food wasn't very good.)

We stretched our legs and left amidst the cheers of the crew and volunteers. Starting off on day 2 was much more difficult than day 1, but we got the momentum up and went. The first bridge we crossed was a green walking bridge that I always saw from the FDR and wondered where it led. Now I know it leads to Randall's Island. We continued heading downtown through the streets of Manhattan along 1st Avenue. Just like day 1, we stopped every few miles to stretch, eat and hit the bathrooms. I felt like I was constantly hitting the bathrooms because I was drinking at least a bottle of Gatorade every few miles. I was so afraid of having one of my fainting spells so I kept hydrated and ate salty snacks. We continued on, crossing the Manhattan Bridge and then stopping for lunch. This was my favorite part of the weekend. Not because the lunch was so great. It was a soggy turkey sandwich that I didn't even finish. The big chocolate chip cookie was good. It was my favorite part of the weekend because we ate at a park in Brooklyn between the Manhattan Bridge and the Brooklyn Bridge. The sun was shining. It was the most perfect day. I laid down on the grass and just took in the sunshine and terrific view.

Getting up was tough, because I was relaxing for a good 30 minutes and my muscles were tightening. We encouraged each other, knowing that we were so close to finishing. All we had to do was cross over the Brooklyn Bride and get back to the seaport. I pulled myself off of the ground and continued on. We crossed the Brooklyn Bridge and admired the beautiful architecture. We found ourselves in lower Manhattan and were less than half a mile from the finish line. Finally it was in sight. We saw the two pink towers with all of our signatures on it and a crowd waiting to cheer us on. One walker said to me, "We all walked for different reasons, but we all walked for the same reason." We were on the other side, crying, hugging, laughing, and congratulating each other. We walked 26.2 miles, the length of a marathon.

I was so proud of myself for walking, but that's not even what this experience was about. It was about unity, sisterhood, support, raising money, sharing stories, breast cancer education, breast cancer research and finding a cure. I heard so many stories about loved ones lost, yet this wasn't a sad weekend at all. Just the opposite -  it was so uplifting. It was so refreshing. I couldn't believe the positive energy that surrounded me for two days. One person was nicer than the next. One person was more positive than the next. One person was more supportive than the next. The women who went through the hardest struggles were the first to lend an ear. As the walkers were crossing the finish line, they'd go back to cheer on the next walker. I couldn't get over how many survivors were walking 2 in my group alone. Our oldest walker was 76 years old.

The walk was amazing. It wasn't easy, but it was amazing. It really gave me an appreciation for the beautiful city of Manhattan. I crossed bridges. I visited parks. I walked along the water. I would have never thought to do those things on my own.

Finally it was time for the closing ceremony. The walkers marched in together chanting, singing, clapping, cheering. The crew marched in together. They were the ones who made the weekend possible. We heard more stories. We heard more statistics. Every 3 minutes a woman in the United States is diagnosed with breast cancer. That means that during my walk, 670 women were diagnosed. Every 14 minutes a woman dies from breast cancer. That means that during my walk, 145 women were lost to this disease.

Breast cancer affects everyone. That's why I took this walk. My mother is a breast cancer survivor. One day I may be diagnosed with breast cancer. I don't want my future daughters and future nieces to ever have to hear the words "You've got breast cancer."

I share all of these personal thoughts with you because you've all supported me. You've supported me through donations, by giving me advice, by listening to me talk about my concerns, by helping me through my mother's ordeal. Although my walk is over, the battle with breast cancer is not. Because since you've begun reading this, another  woman was just diagnosed.

Thank you for your love and support.