Every October I'm never sure what to do... I missed the memo to Go Pink! One can only tout so many plastic bands without feeling like a bonafide tween. I can't quite bring myself to show bare my chest for the BoobieThon. And, honestly, sometimes words & actions don't feel like enough.
If you haven't figured it out by now, October is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Pink has been denoted the color to rembember breast cancer survivors with...
My maternal grandmother fought this battle, more than once, and it finally won! My little sister wrote so eloquently about the subject, I've never felt I could match that. In fact, I had thought I'd already written something... but can't find any proof of it anywhere! Alas, I'm left with my thoughts, fears, memories, and small lingering pains. I know my grandmother is in Heaven, rejoicing with Jesus & better than ever. Yet, I still feel the loss of the times I would have loved to better treasure in her prescence. She was/is an amazing woman of God, an exemplary woman... to be emulated if at all possible. I just wish I had recognized that earlier, at a younger age, to really reap all the possible benefit of having such a woman within my reach! To think I am the eldest grandchild, and honestly probably did get the most out of her than anyone else (among the clan) could... yet i still want more? Is that selfish of me?
I'm certainly not alone in these thoughts, these feelings, and such an experience. The good news is not everyone steps away from this world in the fight. Many are allowed to overcome the battle against breast cancer, and their living testimonies are like honey to my soul... 'cause I can't help but wonder 'will this happen to me?'
With our growing awareness, and much support, steps are being taken to win this battle for everyone! Prevention, treatments, and many more improvements of the processes are just around the corner. I choose to believe that (not to mention healing in Jesus!) for myself, and my future... and for others as well.
