How do you know breast cancer?
“I was 8 years old when my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer… young and enough to not know what it was, but old enough to know it wasn’t good. I watched my mother and best friend fight for 8 long years. After two bouts with chemo and a stem-cell transplant, the ugly intruder moved to her brain, and there was nothing left to be done. Her struggle and fight to not let this thing kill her was the single most heroic thing I have seen in my life. She may have lost her hair, her ability to speak and walk… but she never lost her infectious smile, not until the day the pain went away on May 3rd, 2001.”