I have been affected by breast cancer in many ways in my life. Although I have not been personally stricken with the disease, people who were near and dear to me were.
My grandmother Eleanor died from breast cancer in December 1979 when I was just 2 years old. Even though I don't remember Nana, I feel an enormous connection to her. There really is not a day that goes by that I don't find myself "talking" to her or asking for advice. I feel as if there is a part missing but the there is a connection to her that I have that is amazing and I will always keep her memory alive.
My cousin Robin died when I was just about in High School. I remember frequent visits and family outings with my family and hers. I remember watching from afar not fully understanding what was happening to her. We ended up living really far apart at the end and I remember vividly the last Christmas we spent together. I remember thinking how amazing and strong she was putting on the brave face and making sure the family had a great time no matter how tired or sick she felt. When she passed she left behind two little boys who, from what I can tell, are amazing themselves. She also left with me the image of courageousness and I miss her terribly.
I just wanted to share my experiences of bravery and strength and hope. I hope that if someday I need to deal with this type of issue I have the strength and courage they both did. I try to do my part by participating in events and walks as well as encouraging other women to take the necessary precautions they need to.
Naugatuck, CT