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Susie & I- 2006 |
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2007-Pregnant with Noah |
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2008- Noah's 1st Race for the Cure |
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2009- Noah, Mommy, & Aunt Susie walking in the Race |
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Cousins- 2008 |
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2010- 4 1/2 months pregnant with Jackson |
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2011- Jackson's 1st Race for the Cure |
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2012
10 more years with these boys is not enough!
THIS is why I race for the cure!
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2011- Jackson gets a medal from his 1st kids run |
My Journey to Komen~ Brenda
Joy McBride
My passion in the
fight against breast cancer began on a deeply personal level. My mother was
diagnosed with breast cancer at the young age of 47. Like many mothers, she was
a caretaker. She took care of her husband, my father, for over 25 years. She
took care of me and my two sisters. She took care of her students, as she was
an elementary and Sunday school teacher. She took care of our home, our
gardens, our meals, our crazy schedules. She took care of our church, as she
was a preacher’s wife and ministered to all of God’s children. Like many
mothers, in the day-to-day hustle and bustle of life, she frequently cared for
others before she even cared for herself. That is what moms do. One year she
accidentally didn’t schedule her annual mammogram. Nobody thought anything of
it, as she had previously had no problems noted on her regularly scheduled
mammograms. In the business of her life, one year… and only one year… she did
not receive a mammogram. My precious mother was diagnosed with advanced breast
cancer the one year she did not receive a mammogram. She endured sickening
chemotherapy, a mastectomy, radiation treatment, and several hospitalizations
in her battle against this deadly disease. She battled this disease with a
grace and a strength I had never witnessed before, and have never witnessed
since. When the fear of losing my
precious mother overwhelmed me and my family, she gracefully stated, “Fear
not. Only Believe.” As my sisters and I were all college
cheerleaders, we even made her words into a cheer to make her smile. “Fear
not!! Only believe!!” Those words are written on her grave stone.
There are certain
things we experience in our lifetime that change us forever. The death of my mother did just that; changed
me forever. I had a decision to make:
get lost in the grief and sadness and let that engulf me…or try to find MEANING
out of this devastating loss. Cancer
might’ve taken my mother’s hair, her health, and eventually her life…but it
didn’t take her faith, her hope, her love, her grace, her spirit. And cancer can’t take my cherished
memories. I wanted to honor her life by
the life I lived. Shortly after her
death, I participated in my first Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure in Houston,
Texas. I remember looking at all the
breast cancer survivors wearing pink hats.
And although, I felt glad for their survival, I also felt a deep sadness
inside. “Why didn’t my mom get to wear a
pink hat? She should’ve had a pink hat.”
But that was not God’s plan. I
remember becoming overwhelmed with emotion when I sprinted across the finish
line holding my little sister’s hand. The
tears streamed down my face, but it felt good. I was able to do something positive
with my grief, raise money and awareness for breast cancer, and honor the life
of my mother…in what some people may view as just a simple 5k run. But the Susan G. Komen 5k run was SO MUCH
MORE. It allowed me to acknowledge my
loss and my pain, push through it (literally across the finish line), and be
inspired and encouraged by the other race participants who raced in honor and
in memory of their dear ones. From my
first race in Houston, Texas, I was hooked.
I’ve been racing ever since; for the past 15 years.
As the years passed,
I continued my effort to find meaning from my loss. I was so inspired by the social workers that
helped my mother and my family through her treatment, that I entered the social
work profession. I wanted to help others
the way I had been offered hope and encouragement during a dark time in my
life. When helping to plan a breast
cancer event hosted by ETMC, the Vice President at the Cancer Institute said to
me, “You are clearly passionate about this.
Why aren’t you working for me?”
Shortly thereafter, I began leading the breast cancer support groups for
ETMC. Through my relationships with
these wonderful women, I found further meaning from my loss as well as inspiration
from their stories.
As I developed
personal relationships with more survivors through the breast cancer support
group, at each Race for the Cure event, I felt a little less saddened and a
little more comforted when I saw the ladies wearing the pink hats. But I wanted to do more; to give back more to
this amazing sisterhood of survivors and this organization that gave me hope
during my personal time of loss. I began
volunteering on the Susan G. Komen for the Cure Committee following the birth
of my first son. As I began my personal
journey into motherhood, I suddenly became fully aware of the pain I would feel
if I had to leave my children all-too-soon due to this devastating
disease. I did not want my children to have to endure the pain
of losing their mother, as I had lost mine.
As Tyler’s Race for the Cure is
traditionally held on the Saturday before Mother’s Day, it became an instant
tradition in my growing family for us to all race for the cure each Mother’s
Day weekend. My sisters and their
children often join us for this special event…so much more than “another 5k
walk/run,” as a way to honor our mother’s memory and support Susan G. Komen’s
efforts to find a cure to help end breast cancer forever. I’ve continued to volunteer for Komen Tyler
and race for the cure through the years as my family has grown from a young
married couple to a family of four. My
children now participate in the kids run, and somehow this brings me comfort…as
if things are coming full circle…or so I thought.
Enter Jennifer Watkins, who approached
me regarding whether I would consider serving as the co-chair for the 2013
Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure. This was not on my radar. I was always happy participating as a Komen
committee member, and I felt comfortable with my seasoned role on the
committee. I knew that a greater level
of time and commitment was necessary to serve as a co-chair. I thought to myself, “Brenda, you’ve got to
be kidding. You already have two jobs. You already have two kids and a
husband. You can’t do this.” That
was my first thought. Then Jennifer explained that the 2013 Race for the
Cure was an extra-special event because it is the 15th Anniversary
of Tyler’s Susan G. Komen for the Cure.
This stopped me dead in my tracks and I knew that, once again, my plan was not God’s plan. You see, as this year commemorates the 15th
year of the race for the cure in Tyler, it also
coincides with the 15th anniversary since the death of my precious
mother to breast cancer. I knew that
this was no coincidence, and gladly accepted this honor to serve as the
co-chair for the 15th Anniversary of the Tyler’s Susan G. Komen Race
for the Cure.
I am now approaching
age 40. I am painfully aware that my
mother lost her battle to breast cancer at age 50. That’s only about 10 years older than I am
today! I think about the precious faces of my 5 year old, Noah, and my 2 year
old, Jackson…and I know that 10 years is not enough time to have left with my
precious children. Time is a precious
gift, indeed. Just as there was not
enough time with my mother, there was not enough time for so many other
courageous breast cancer warriors. What if you found out today that it is your mother, your wife, your sister, your daughter, your friend...who is given the diagnosis of breast cancer? Would you
feel like you had enough time? What if
YOU were given this diagnosis? Would you
feel that you have had enough time with YOUR loved ones? I can answer these questions loud and
clear. The answer is a clear and
resounding NO! The time is now. Because
I know that it just may be the steps I take crossing the finish line…that help
find a cure for breast cancer. This is
why I race. This is why I volunteer. The time is now. Please join me and Komen as we fight to end
breast cancer forever. I echo the words of my mother, “Fear Not. Only Believe.”
Have I told you how amazing you are, B? When you talk about your mom, I feel so much love!! SO MUCH. And I always wish I had known her and I think how VERY PROUD she must be of the daughter she raised and the mother she has become. Love you, my friend.
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