Did you know that Susan G. Komen for the Cure, the foundation you immediately associate with breast cancer and pink ribbons, was started with a promise to a sister? Nancy Brinker, the founder of Susan G. Komen for the Cure promised her sister, who was dying of breast cancer in the late 1970's, that she would do everything she could to stop this horrible disease. Wow. Did she keep that promise, or what? Ever since I heard that little snippet of the story, I've wondered how it all happened. I'm sure it is an even more amazing story for people who remember when the word "breast" was never said on television or written in a newspaper. Now we think nothing of walking down the street and seeing a "Save the ta-tas!" t-shirt. When I heard Nancy Brinker had written a book, I pre-ordered two copies months ahead of time. When it finally came, I began reading it right away and enjoyed every page.
You should read it. You will love it.
Of course I loved the book. I am a Pink Warrior. A soon-to-be SIX time 3 Day Walker, who LOVES and supports everything about Susan G. Komen for the Cure. I have worked nearly year-round for the past three years to raise money for this cause and I'm not planning on stopping any time soon.
Not when I think back to the women I have met who are survivors, mainly my mom and mother-in-law.
Not when I think about the mom on stage in Chicago who had lost her daughter just months before.
Not when I think about my high school friend who is in the middle of her chemo treatment
and awaiting surgery.
Not when I think about the woman at my church who passed away two years ago and left behind a 15 year old daughter.
Nope, not any time soon.
Maybe I'll tell you long version about why I walk in my next post.
You should read it. You will love it.
Of course I loved the book. I am a Pink Warrior. A soon-to-be SIX time 3 Day Walker, who LOVES and supports everything about Susan G. Komen for the Cure. I have worked nearly year-round for the past three years to raise money for this cause and I'm not planning on stopping any time soon.
Not when I think back to the women I have met who are survivors, mainly my mom and mother-in-law.
Not when I think about the mom on stage in Chicago who had lost her daughter just months before.
Not when I think about my high school friend who is in the middle of her chemo treatment
and awaiting surgery.
Not when I think about the woman at my church who passed away two years ago and left behind a 15 year old daughter.
Nope, not any time soon.
Maybe I'll tell you long version about why I walk in my next post.
