When It Hits Home....

Last night Biggsy was in Pennsylvania, and I sat on our couch in front of the TV putting ribbons on the Tiaras I'll pass out on the 3-Day. I had planned to be in bed before 10:00, but the news came on promising updates on the weather; so I continued to work and watch.

Then.

As part of Breast Cancer Awareness Month, KPRC interviewed the family of a girl in Friendswood who was diagnosed at age 12.

12.

She's 13 now, and after extensive treatment is in remission. But she was TWELVE!!! when diagnosed!

And suddenly, I was slammed by that reality.

While breast cancer at age 12 is extremely rare, it does happen. It happens to little girls who aren't anywhere near ready to deal with something so permanent. So Life-Threatening. Something that alters their bodies so completely.

At 12, they should be shopping at Justice and playing with their hair and makeup, and trying to decide if they want to call a boy or play with their American Girl Dolls. They should be in that in-between where they're not a little girl anymore, but not ready to grow up just yet.

As the mother of two adorable girls, I've known all along I'm walking for them. But I don't want to be walking for them right now. I'm not ready for that. I'm walking for them to not have to worry about breast cancer when they're 35 or 40 or 70.

We have to find a cure. It's that simple. We can't afford to just sit on our hands and do nothing. Please pray for our team. Please join our team. Please donate to our team. Please do any or all of the above. We can't do this without your help.