Painting the City Pink

If I had to describe today’s Komen Walk in one word, it would be…AMAZING! I am still undergoing the reconstruction process and wasn’t sure about being able to walk. However, my mother and I decided that we would at least try to raise money.

With only 6 days until the race and a modest goal of $150, my mom and I started spreading the word to our friends and family. When we loaded up the car this morning we had reached almost $1,000! A HUGE Thank you to all our family, friends and my amazing co-workers who helped us exceed our goal.

Team Purpose Painted Pink consisted of: My mother, Godmother, Mrs. Shawniece Harris, My aunt Priscilla and my sister-friends January and Pinique. Our honary team members: My boys, baby Landon, my dad and uncle Mike.

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To be surrounded by the myriad of suvivors and supporters was awesome. Selfie sticks, cameras and cell phones were raised in the air as everyone tried to capture pictures and videos of the sea of pink moving down Hillsborough Street.

Not only did I finish the entire race, but I did it wearing my grandmother’s sneakers which made today even more special! This was my first year participating, but it definitely won’t be my last.

Once I returned to my parents’ house out of the heat, I got sick. I had a horrible headache and wasn’t able to keep anything down. I’m not sure what caused me to feel bad, BUT it was absolutely worth it!

As part of my local new channel’s coverage leading up to the race, my story was featured. It was a blessing to be able to share my story with others. I’ve had several people reach out and tell me how they’ve been inspired.

This day has been amazing and I have drawn so much strength from the other survivors who walked with me today.

Fight. Defy. Win.

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Monisha Parker View All →

I've always believed that we tend to be the most effective in areas where we have been the most affected. It's often our deepest pains that draw us closer to our purpose. Those words never really hit home until I was diagnosed with stage 2 breast cancer at the age of 28. I had watched both my mother and grandmother battle the disease, but never thought I would find myself in the same battle, especially not so young. I've learned through this journey that it's not what you go through, but how you go through it. I wanted to share my story in hopes that it will inspire someone to keep fighting, keep the faith and live on purpose.

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