I finally get home and sit down at my computer. I start what I do every morning . . . checking to see what I have missed. It is almost routine - school - coffee - check.
Email is up first - had the usual 500+ emails from sites like Groupon, Yollar, Living Social, Plum District and so on. Emails from the schools, friends and from those that want me to buy, buy, buy!
Then onto Pinterest. I pinned what caught my fancy, the typical stuff like food, words of encouragement, kids stuff, and party ideas. I created some boards - sorted my stuff and flagged a few people I know that would like what I just liked.
Next up was finally Facebook. I am scrolling down, pictures of friend's kids, status updates from the one friend who thinks her life is so fabulous and brags about building a new house, updates from friends who think every time their child rolls over or toots it is news worthy. And then there really was something new worthy.
There from Susan. G. Komen for the Cure was a link to ABCNews.com. The title read Young Breast Cancer Survivors Cured, but Not OK.
The article featured Nicole's journey - it was about a young woman who was fighting for her life, but not necessarily living it.
It is such a small world, while Nicole and I knew each other, we didn't really know each other. We were both at the same college, at the same time. Our families were our connection; we went to Nicole's wedding at
It has been probably 6 years ago when my mother-in-law told me Nicole had cancer. I was first shocked - this wasn't supposed to happen to girls my age. How can this be? Here I am chasing around a 3 year old, thinking I might want another and she is in the battle of her life. Our worlds were so very different.
I kept tab on Nicole through her Mom. I would see her at parties like my husband's grandmother's 90 birthday, retirement parties for my father-in-law. Nicole's family always remained positive and upbeat. They knew it was critical for Nicole they stay that way. They also knew the cancer was hard on Nicole and she wasn't living her life, but she was fighting for it.
Continued tomorrow . . .