Please support me as I commit to an incredible challenge. The Susan G. Komen 3-Day is a 60-mile walk over the course of three days. It will be hard, but it’s not as hard as breast cancer. It’s not as hard as chemo. It’s not as hard as getting bad news at your latest scan. It’s not as hard as saying goodbye. And that’s why I know I have to do this. That’s why I commit. That’s why I’m walking and why I’m raising money – to end breast cancer forever.
Breast cancer has touched my family in so many unfortunate ways. As many of you may know, my mom was faced with breast cancer in 1992. When I was about 3 weeks old my mom found a lump that she thought was a clogged milk duct. As she was navigating life as a mom of 3 and having a newborn baby, she now had to face the hardest battle of her life. During her journey, my mom underwent a bilateral mastectomy, chest-scaring radiation, and chemotherapy. I can’t imagine dealing with the mental load of fighting cancer as well as the struggles postpartum brings. How did she do it? How did she find strength? What was she dealing with each day? She had the best support system. My dad was by far the most amazing support for “His Bride”. He was working full time, raising three young kids, and never missing a beat when caring for my mom. My mom fought. She was a warrior. She had strength and she finally made it to remission. I walk for my mom.
After 12 years, that damn cancer came back again - this time in the form of ovarian. She continued to fight and was diagnosed 3 times from 2005-2020. Genetic testing was able to detect that she was in fact positive for the BRCA-2 genetic mutation. My mom and her sister, Georgia, we’re both positive. My Thea Georgia battled breast cancer for several years. The ugly disease ended up taking her life when she was far too young. There are so many family moments that I so badly wish she could have been able to share with us: Olivia being my Koumbara and becoming the Nouna to my daughter, just to name a few. Earlier this year, my Aunt Anita was also diagnosed with breast cancer. Battling cancer is tough, but battle cancer during the pandemic was very hard without being surrounded by family. She is a cancer survivor and warrior. I walk for my aunts.
On March 2, 2020 my mom gained her angel wings after battling advanced stages of ovarian cancer. To this day, she is the strongest woman I know. She was a fighter and battled cancer for over 28 years. Cancer did not define my mom. If you know Priscilla, she was funny, had the best humor, and would light up a room with her infectious personality and smile. She was always so much fun and was loved by so many. I walk for my mom.
I know at some point you’ve had or known a friend or family member who has been unfortunately impacted by this horrible sickness. As the daughter of a cancer warrior, I know I have keep pushing for a cure. I want to raise money and awareness so the future generations won’t have to lose family and friends like too many of us have. No one knows what the future holds, but it’s up to us to continue research efforts. Cancer sucks.
I walk for my mom.
I walk for my aunts.
I walk to end breast cancer.