 And life would never be the same…
It began so simply on Memorial Day 2004. Lying around the pool with a bunch of girlfriends, Michelle mentioned a lump in her breast. At only 34 years old we weren’t really concerned. We adjusted our bikini tops, making a mental note of our own breast health and placement, and went on to talk about other things.
As I sat in her living room that June day I was in complete denial. I said “No!, Nuh Uh! Not possible! I looked at her husband with tears streaming down his face as she passed me the test results. At the time the complicated and confusing terms looked like a foreign language . Unfortunately it’s become a language I now speak with ease. What it said was that my best friend, the God Mother to my children, and the nicest person God has ever put on the planet, had stage four breast cancer. We hugged and cried and in there somewhere I muttered “damn boobs!”
That phrase stuck with me. I made a T-shirt with the words ‘damn boobs’ across the front for her to wear as she started treatments in July of 2004. We noticed people everywhere would smile and comment. It seemed to lighten the mood on a subject that is often difficult to talk about.
If one phrase could create a smile and some awareness I wanted to share it. ‘damn boobs’ has been our rally cry. I hope it means as much to you in your journey as it has to all of us who surround our dear friend Michelle as she begins her fourth year in the fight of her life.
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~Trisha Adams
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(Sept 12-14 in Seattle) I'm taking an amazing journey and I'd like you to support me. Thousands of women and men are going to walk 60 miles over the course of three days to raise money for breast cancer research and community outreach...read more |
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