As my shirt, the fabric slightly damp from the light drizzle. Each step along the crowded path is a victory, a defiant stomp against the disease that had stolen so much from me. First, my mother, a hazy memory of soft smiles and bedtime stories, gone before I could truly know her. And only years before my grandmother, who had succumbed to the same cruel fate.
Breast cancer. The words themselves tasted like ash in my mouth.


I refuse to be a victim. One of my older sisters, Athena, who is a beacon. One of the young women (my sisters) who stepped in to fill the void, At seventeen, Athena had faced the beast head-on, a lumpectomy her battle scar. Watching Athena's courage, her unwavering spirit in the face of fear, ignited something in me. It wasn't just about survival; it was about fighting back.
That fire burns bright within me now, fueling her every stride. The Susan G. Komen walk is more than just an event; it is an annual pilgrimage. With every dollar raised, every cheer from the sidelines, I felt and will feel a surge of hope. Hope for a future where no one else will have to endure the pain I have known. A future where daughters wouldn't lose their mothers, where sisters wouldn't face their mortality before their lives truly began.

This isn't just about my mother, my grandmother, or even my big sister Athena. It is about every woman, every family touched by the disease. It is about finding a cure, once and for all. And I, with my pink ribbon and determined spirit, am ready in the Lord Jesus Christ and am encouraged by 2 Corinthians 5:7 to walk to the ends of the earth to make it happen by God's grace!