My Aunt Brenda was born and raised in St. Louis Missouri and was the youngest of (I think) 6 children. To me, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and she reminded me of a lighter version of Diana Ross. She loved to go bowling and hang out with her girlfriends. Aunt Brenda just seemed to always have so much fun! When I was around her, she was always smiling, fixing her long, flowing hair and joking around with everyone. She took me to my first Janet Jackson concert and fed into my Michael Jackson craziness by recording all the videos and shows that my dad would not. . .LOL!
What's frustrating about writing this blog. . .I really didn't know what happened with her and why she had to leave us so soon. When I found out that she was diagnosed, I just figured. . .oh, she's sick and she will fight through it. We would go visit her in the hospital, the doctors will fix her and she will just go home. That was the extent of what I knew about breast cancer. Later, I learned I knew nothing! When I would come home from college to visit from time to time there were days where she was just "Aunt Brenda" and other days when I finally realized, it was more than just being sick. She had lost her hair and my dad, along with my Uncle would visit her frequently to make sure she would eat. It was hard to see her sad, weak and, at times, frustrated. After her passing, I personally was devastated and later angry because I did not know what was really going on with her. I didn't know that this "cancer" could effect anyone in our family and if it did, how could we prevent another loss?
Understand that today, I know so many more survivors. There is hope and it is a fight that you or someone you know can and will get through!