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    Traci Stewart

    My father slowly walked in the door along with my sisters. My Dad made eye contact with me, but quickly broke and stared out of the window. He looked restless. He walked over to me slowly and put his hand on my shoulder. "Your mother is very sick, Traci; she has breast cancer."

     

     

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    Steve K.
    In August 2004, I heard five words I never wanted to hear from my daughter. "Daddy, I have breast cancer." At the age of seventeen I had first heard that same horrible message: "Your mother has breast cancer." My mom died three agonizing years later, at the age of forty-six. My grandfather told me that the worst pain known is the loss of a child. He lost his daughter, Sari, and he never fully recovered. 
     
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    Robyn Wilson

    I can still remember that fateful summer day of July 11, 2005, when the truck that ran over us both, just kept going, it left us blindsided with the devastating news: "I'm sorry but you have breast cancer." As that moment in time stood still and we were numb with fear. We had no idea how much our lives would be forever changed.

     

     

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    Cindy Clay

    This is a story that my daughter, Emily - who was 15 at the time, wrote for her English class. I never saw the story until about 4 months ago when I was cleaning off the computer. It touched me so that I just sat there and cried.

     

     

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    Hannah Keene

    I remember sitting there with my Coco Puff cereal, working on my spelling words, when my parents called a family meeting. They tried to explain that my mom had breast cancer, but only my older sister understood.

     

     

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    Kate Mina

    Here I was, eighteen hours after sending my initial inquiry, not only with the exciting news that I could get the fruit baskets and I could get them delivered, but with multiple correspondences from the Director of Produce offering to do this for me HIMSELF.

     

     

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    Dawn Masque

    My mom, Donna Huiet, celebrated her 10-year anniversary of being cancer-free on April 2, 2006. I remember when she told me and my Gran, her mother, that she had breast cancer.... You never think it will touch you or your family.

     

     

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    Connie Close

    I've always believed in angels. Ever since I was a little girl, I remember my teacher saying, "Make room for your guardian angel." I never really knew how important angels were until a year ago.

     

     

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    Nicole Hill

    It was December 2005, a week before my last batch of final exams in my final year of college, when I learned that my Mom had a lump on her breast.

     

     

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    Marty Bayha

    I was diagnosed with breast cancer during National Breast Cancer Awareness month in October 1999 at the age of 55, and my life was forever changed.

     

     

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    Susan Bostick

    Once upon a time, there was this woman named Susan. She was diagnosed with breast cancer two days before Christmas in 2004. When she received the call from her physician, she was alone in the house. "It's bad," the doctor said, and she was so afraid.

     

     

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    Earl Fisher

    Most everyone is aware that October is breast cancer awareness month, but for most breast cancer is a nameless, faceless disease that you hope will not affect you or your family. I would like to put a name and a face to this terrible illness. My wife Cheryl was diagnosed with stage four breast cancer 20 months ago.

     

     

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    Jennifer Cropp

    It made me cry the first time I heard it, a song on country radio - "She's Somebody's Hero." It is about a woman who has devoted her life to the sole purpose of raising her daughter to the very best of her abilities. This song could have been a true story about my hero, my mom Susie.

     

     

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    Pixie Paradiso

    We're not alone in our journeys through breast cancer. Our co-survivors -- I call them angels -- are part of our lives and part of our healing. They are our voices when we can't find our own. They are our strength when our courage fails us. They are our laughter when things get rough. They are our cheerleaders and our shoulders to cry on.

     

     

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    Jaime Herndon

    Breast cancer has always been an issue that is important to me. My mother had several scares, and she and I have done the Komen Race for the Cure® every year for the past nine years. The strength and courage of survivors have always touched me, but last October, breast cancer touched me in a completely different way.

     

     

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    Vincent Kituku

    "Dad, then why don't we just send the money? That way, we don't have to run," my 8-year-old son asked on our way home after the Race for the Cure(R) on May 7, 2005 in Boise, Idaho.

     

     

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    Elaine Stanley

    It was thirteen years ago, but it seems like just yesterday when I found a lump in my breast. It’s shameful to say, but I had never had a mammogram. When I was diagnosed, Dee, my sister and lifelong friend, went with me every step of the way and is still there today.

     

     

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    Bob Rorke

    My wife was diagnosed in late January of this year. I'm learning how to be a breast cancer husband. I know I can't cure it or fix it. I know I'm not the cheerleader. My role is to hold my wife's hand and listen. She was amazingly supportive when I was deployed with my National Guard unit. And now, during her "cancer deployment," I need to be just as supportive.

     

     

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    Nancy Brinker

    Eric saw first-hand the impact breast cancer had on our whole family. He knew the legacy of his aunt, Suzy Komen, and must have been terrified at the thought that his own mother also might be ripped from his world. But even at the tender age of eight, he understood.

     

     

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    Joan Pearlman

    People have commented that I have been brave throughout the whole ordeal of breast cancer, but in truth, my bravery and state of mind are a result of having a supportive husband by my side.

     

     

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    Irene Fisher

    My friends at the pool where I swim called and sent gifts and cards from the day I was diagnosed until my return after chemo. The man who has cut my hair for 30 years gave up a day to help me to select a wig. The woman who sells me tea every morning in the local bagel shop volunteered to come clean my house.

     

     

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    Carolyn Breese

    My very best friend, my soul mate, had cancer. I was scared, but determined to be there for her no matter what.

     

     

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    Lauren Vance

    I remember the last time I attended the Race for the Cure. I woke up late, decided at the last minute I really needed to shave my legs, and then couldn't find my tennis shoes. Of course, this made Mom and me late.

     

     

    Lauren's story