Twas the day before surgery…

I celebrated my 29th birthday on Sunday, May 3rd knowing that on Friday of that same week I would be sitting in a hospital waiting room preparing to undergo a double mastectomy (not really something I have on my 30 before 30 list). Anyone who knows me knows how close I was to my grandmother…

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…

Pause for the Cause–Komen Triangle Race for the Cure

One thing I’ve always wanted to do is participate in the Susan G Komen Race for the Cure. However, it seemed as if life would get in the way. My grandmother, mother and myself have all battled this disease. My mother was diagnosed with breast cancer in November 2011. She went through chemo from December…

Double for my trouble?

Chemo was over and although there were lingering side effects, I was slowly beginning to feel like myself again. However, my doctor visits hadn’t slowed down. I spent weeks going between my surgeon, oncologist, cardiologist and plastic surgeon. Yep, plastic surgeon. I was going to lose my breasts, but I would be getting a new…

I’m here ON PURPOSE

This post is a little different from my others in that I wanted to take time out to share how my blog was conceived, which is a major part of my journey as well. Purpose Painted Pink was conceived on the night of the biggest breakdown of my breast cancer fight. I was angry, I…

Make it a Double [Mastectomy]

I kept telling myself that I wasn’t nervous, but I don’t know how else to explain my appointment mix up. I pulled up at the Dr’s office at 11:30am and instantly remembered my appointment wasn’t until 12:30. Perhaps this was God’s way of giving me time to collect my thoughts, pray and reflect. I parked my…

Pink Tuesday

I can remember my first appointment and listening to the Dr’s treatment plan and thinking, wow this is going to take forever. March 24th was here, my last round of chemo. I couldn’t believe it was finally here. My mom had suggested that we all wear pink in celebration of my final round. I couldn’t…

A Mother’s Love

It’s no secret that my mother has always been and will always be one of the most amazing women I’ve had the pleasure of knowing. It’s just an added blessing to call her mom. One of the hardest things I’ve ever dealt with was watching my mom battle breast cancer. It hurt my heart to…

Oh Crap, She’s Up!

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. The heaviness that I felt the days before had been lifted, it was as if I had gotten my second wind. I sat up in bed and I literally felt a shadow move from over me. When my feet touched the cold hardwood floor, I smiled to…