My Fight to End Breast Cancer!
THE REASON WHY I RUN
Wednesday March 8, 2017 started off as a normal day. I woke up at my usual time after hitting the snooze button at least twice, got ready for work, had coffee and began my normal day. Little did I know that what I thought was just going to be a normal day would turn into a day I will never forget. For on this particular Wednesday, I received the most devastating news of my entire life. On this day I found out that my mother, whom I considered to be my best friend, mentor, role model, and my very own Super Woman, had been diagnosed with breast cancer. As I was sitting at lunch I texted my mom asking how her doctor’s appointment went that she had a few days prior and if she had gotten her biopsy results back. She responded that she had gotten her results back and that they weren't good. Soon after that my older sister called and told me that our mom had been diagnosed with breast cancer. At first I wasn't too sure if what I was told was real life or if I was just dreaming but as I gave myself more time to process the information the reality of it began to sink in. As I sat at my desk at work I could feel all the emotions building up inside. At first I felt numb, unsure, and cold. Then slowly I felt sad, helpless, and scared. Now for anyone who knows me, they know that I hate crying in public (especially at work) but on this day I cried, actually bawled my eyes out, for the whole world to see (thankfully I work with some pretty amazing people who just let me cried). After I was able to calm down a little and gather my thoughts I knew that I had to go be with my mom. So I gathered my things and drove as fast as I could to my parent's house.
As I drove, I thought about how scared, upset, and worried my mom must have been and how I just wanted to show her how strong and how well I was taking the news. So I told myself that I would not cry anymore, especially in front of my mom. Well that lasted for 2 seconds. The instant I got to my parent's house and saw my mom I completely lost it. I ugly cried as my mom hugged me and told me that everything was going to be ok as she was crying too. After I couldn't ugly cry anymore, my mom and my sister told me her diagnoses and what the next steps were going to be. Thankfully the doctors were able to find the cancer early due to my mom's Super Woman abilities to find the marble size lump and know well enough to go get it examined.
Over the next several months I tried to go to as many doctors’ appointments as I possibly could so I would know what was going on. Throughout this whole process my mom has shown incredible strength, resilience, courage, and bravery on a level that I could not possibly imagine ever having. My mom saw so many different doctors, each specializing in different fields, but the one thing that each doctor had in common was how they all said that my mom had the best attitude and how strong and how much of a fighter she was.
Before every surgery she reassured me that everything was going to be ok and that I shouldn't worry. She never once seemed scared or nervous in front of me, knowing that if she did I would react the same way but way worse. During a period when my mom should have been the most afraid and vulnerable, she channeled her inner Super Woman and put her fear aside to make sure that I was not worried or upset.
My hope is that during this half marathon I get a glimpse of the strength, resilience, courage, and bravery that my mom has.
Over the course of 13.1 miles, I hope to be able to channel my inner Super Woman and run in honor of my mother, who will be at the finish line waiting for me. So the reason that I am running is simple, I am one of the lucky ones who still has their mom to be at the finish line.
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