The day after my daughter?s birthday, I received a call I thought would be just like one I?d gotten 20 years earlier: another benign growth. Instead, I heard the words I never expected, "you have cancer". Disbelief is an understatement.

That call came less than a month before my oldest left for his first year at university. To have such joy and heartbreak collide so closely was devastatingly hard, harder than I can ever truly express.

Since then, it?s been appointment after appointment, test after test, more than I could have ever imagined. Even with great doctors, insurance, and an incredible support system, this experience has been overwhelming and at times deeply isolating. I can?t help but think about the women who face this alone, or who have to choose between time off work, caring for their families, or even accessing basic care.

Right now, I?m awaiting pathology results from my recent partial mastectomy and preparing for the possibility of chemo, though I hope radiation will be my next step. Either way, I will likely be in active treatment during this walk, which makes it all the more meaningful for me. 

This isn?t just about raising funds. it?s about raising awareness, honoring the women who walk this road without the support they deserve, and pushing forward toward a cure.

Thank you for walking with me, standing with me, and helping me make this diagnosis mean something.

xo,
Angie