I am just going to put this out there and I am about 99.99% sure that every American or person in this world has been impacted or knows someone who has been hurt by cancer.
My aunt is a breast cancer survivor. I know it sounds crazy, but I am in a way thankful of that cancer, we caught it early and it was just enough to keep our family closer together for a few more years.
My Grandfather died of cancer while my mother was pregnant with me, and I never got to meet him. Everyone tells me that I have his spirit and that he would have loved me. I know he does love me, and that I love him. I use to sneak into my mom room and go to the back of her closet where she would hide all of her old albums and I found her wedding album, and I would just stare at the pictures of her and her father. I never cried though, I guess it's because they seemed too happy in the picture. They wouldn't want me to cry at that picture, they wanted me to smile, my grandfather wanted me to smile.
And as you all know I lost my cousin, and closest friend to cancer last year. This Saturday would have been her one year anniversary with her husband. So this week has been kind of difficult to get through honestly, but I have seen some pretty nice things happen this week.
On Monday my friend Ana brought me in a caffeinated drink because she knew I was running on less than 5 hours of sleep.
Tuesday My friend Bree told me a hilarious story about her parents giving her the "Sex talk."
Wednesday two of my friends had their birthdays! It was also the first day of May, and I love May!
Today, I improved on my mile time! I dropped over a minute, and that wasn't even the best part.
During softball practice I noticed that one of the girls on my team had given herself a buzz cut, I didn't ask her about it though because I was worried it would be too personal.
When my mother picked me up she told me that my friend, Lily, knew someone fighting cancer and she shaved her head and donated her hair for them.
I was so touched by that I cried a little bit, and it reminded me of how I wanted to shave my head for Sally, but she wouldn't let me. She told me that if I shaved my head she would personally beat me because she always loved my hair, when we were little she would braid it all the time.
I couldn't help but realize Lily's kindness might have been the highlight of my week, and her strength and caring was just enough to get me through Saturday.
There are so many people who stand up to cancer everyday, and I am proud to be one and to know some of them.
Now to finish with one of my favorite sayings of all times ( and possibly my favorite hash-tag...)
Fuck. Cancer.
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