CREATIONS
BY
KAREN
BY
KAREN
RACE FOR A CURE
WALKING FOR GRANDMA PAM
My friend, Pam, who also happens to be the "other grandma" of one of my grandsons, is a breast cancer survivor. This is her children and their own children supporting her at the 2008 Northwest Ohio Race. Our shared grandson is on the right. A priceless picture!
My grandson and "Pop" with the Pink Energizer Bunny at the 2007 Race.
2009 RACE
Thanks to everyone who donated this year. The 2009 Northwest Ohio Susan Komen Race for a Cure raised a record $900,000 (+)
Here are some highlight pictures.
My grandson on his dad's shoulders.
The "Fearless Five" Girls.
Thanks to everyone who donated this year. The 2009 Northwest Ohio Susan Komen Race for a Cure raised a record $900,000 (+)
Here are some highlight pictures.
My grandson on his dad's shoulders.
The "Fearless Five" Girls.
Most everyone I know has been touched somehow by breast cancer; if not personally, they have had a friend or family member who has been stricken with the disease. In addition to my friend Pam, who is described on the left, I also have another friend, Cathy, and a step-sister, Brena, who are both breast cancer survivors. Additionally, my sister-in-law, Kristen, was diagnosed with breast cancer earlier this year and just completed radiation treatment in July. I am confident that she too, will be a breast cancer survivor!
I have walked in the Susan Komen Race for a Cure for several years now. It is very rewarding and encouraging to see so many people donating their Sunday morning! 2009 Komen NorthWest Ohio.
My grandson and me.
It's a good thing Dads and Grandpas
have strong shoulders!
have strong shoulders!
This was written by my friend Pam, above, and published in Chicken Soup for the Breast Cancer Survivor's Soul (2006)
Click to enjoy
"Angels Among Us" by Sojourner
while reading this story
ANGELS
by
Pamela Pierce
Angels are pure thoughts from God, winged with Truth and Love.
Mary Baker Eddy
Click to enjoy
"Angels Among Us" by Sojourner
while reading this story
ANGELS
by
Pamela Pierce
Angels are pure thoughts from God, winged with Truth and Love.
Mary Baker Eddy
My breast cancer was found during a routine
mammogram, and diagnosis and surgery were done all within a two-week time
frame. I had a left breast mastectomy, seventeen nodes removed, and
chemotherapy to follow later.
My breast cancer journey could be a book in itself. The love and support of my husband, family and friends were overwhelming – cards, letters, and gifts started to arrive with one single theme in common: angels. I have always believed in the presence of angels and asked for their help many times, mostly to watch over my two children, especially when they were teenage drivers. I never failed to ask their guardian angels to please bring them home safely each night.
The angels started coming–angels for my car, angel worry rocks, angel pins and every card had an angel on it; all of which I treasured. But not long after my chemotherapy treatments were over, I had sort of a “let down.” I thought, Everything that can be done has been done... so now what? I wanted to truly live.
I decided after this life-altering journey to do something wild and crazy. I had already decided against reconstructive surgery, so I planned to have a tattoo! Before breast cancer, I wouldn’t have dreamed of doing such a thing, but I didn’t know my future and I was going for it!
I felt it was appropriate to get an “angel watching over me.” I had the tattoo artist add a small teardrop falling from her left eye to signify that I would never be the same. Amazingly, the teardrop disappeared after a few months! I know sometimes the ink fades over time, but I choose to believe this was a sign from God and the angels that I was going to be okay. And I just celebrated my anniversary of five years cancer-free!
My breast cancer journey could be a book in itself. The love and support of my husband, family and friends were overwhelming – cards, letters, and gifts started to arrive with one single theme in common: angels. I have always believed in the presence of angels and asked for their help many times, mostly to watch over my two children, especially when they were teenage drivers. I never failed to ask their guardian angels to please bring them home safely each night.
The angels started coming–angels for my car, angel worry rocks, angel pins and every card had an angel on it; all of which I treasured. But not long after my chemotherapy treatments were over, I had sort of a “let down.” I thought, Everything that can be done has been done... so now what? I wanted to truly live.
I decided after this life-altering journey to do something wild and crazy. I had already decided against reconstructive surgery, so I planned to have a tattoo! Before breast cancer, I wouldn’t have dreamed of doing such a thing, but I didn’t know my future and I was going for it!
I felt it was appropriate to get an “angel watching over me.” I had the tattoo artist add a small teardrop falling from her left eye to signify that I would never be the same. Amazingly, the teardrop disappeared after a few months! I know sometimes the ink fades over time, but I choose to believe this was a sign from God and the angels that I was going to be okay. And I just celebrated my anniversary of five years cancer-free!
