Breast cancer hits home for many
My aunt is a breast cancer survivor.
To celebrate her accomplishment, her two daughters and I hiked the Grand Canyon in 2001 with her.
It was the longest 14 hours of my life – and that was going DOWN the Canyon (believe it or not it took about half the time to go up). When we got to the bottom, it was 122 – the hottest day of the year there.
It was grueling, exhausting, and at times, I admit, I didn’t think we could do it.
Much like her battle with this disease, we faced a challenge and met it.
This weekend, more than 30,000 participants will take part in the 19th annual Komen Race for the Cure. Renee McClure of Gilbert is leading the efforts this year as the chairwoman. Her mother died of disease at 45 – just five years older than I am. Her “auntie,” mother-in-law and step mother-in-law either are or have undergone treatment for breast cancer.
It’s not just a women’s disease. McClure told me they estimate 2,000 men will be diagnosed in the next year.
If you can, take a moment to read McClure’s story and why she is proud that her 3-year-old knows her mommy “fights to save lives and boobies.”
And if you can, go out and cheer the runners – and the survivors – this weekend.