While skimming The New York Times last weekend, I happened upon the obituaries of two beautiful women. Photos of their warm, smiling faces stopped me cold. I stared at their photos for a while and imagined the lives they had led. The people they loved. The friends they cherished. Their first dances. Their last dances. And how hard they fought before their light went out.
After losing my mother to cancer when she was just forty-four, photos of young, beautiful women printed on a page with sterile, black and white newspaper ink take me to a place of sorrow and relief. Sorrow for what taken, for what was left unfinished. Relief that the valve of suffering was turned off when death took it’s leave.
In honor of National Breast Cancer Awareness Month, I’m calling on all of you. Let’s do more than wear pink. (We do that anyway.) Let’s work together to raise the collective consciousness of breast cancer awareness. We know it’s out there. But we need to know more. A lot more.
So this month, I’d love to hear from anyone affected by breast cancer. Tell us your stories.
Did you lose a loved one? Tell us about them. Tell us every wonderful, positive, beautiful thing about them.
Are you a survivor? How did you find out that you had breast cancer? How did you wage your battle against cancer? If you could share one piece of advice, what would it be?
Whether you lost someone to breast cancer or you are breast cancer survivor, you are our best teachers. Your courage and strength can help save lives.
We’d be honored to hear your stories.
Email your stories (photos are encouraged and welcome) to me at firstname.lastname@example.org. You may also private message me through Karousing’s Facebook page. I’ll share your stories online with Karousing’s readers, and together we’ll take breast cancer awareness to the next level.
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