My Mother developed Breast cancer later in life and needed a mastectomy. She couldn’t look at herself in the mirror after the mastectomy. She felt less than, but to me she was always way more than. She was my hero, and her strength and bravery were truly awe-inspiring. She didn’t know how brave she was going to need to be or how strong she really was. It was a powerful reminder that we are all capable of being braver and stronger than we realize.  I remember giving her a bed bath as she was too weak and as I did so I hung my head in tears.  It was a poignant moment, here is my beautiful Mother who spent so many years loving us and taking care of us unable to take care of herself. Her body being ravage by this awful disease, but it never took her spirit.  Cancer did take my mother’s life in the end but not without a fight. Writing about this experience serves as a tribute to her courage and resilience, and in hope that this may help or encourage someone else going through the same thing. You could walk for so many women and men and never know their name and make such a difference.