Glamulet has decided to change these facts by doing whatever is takes, no matter what. They are launching an October Campaign with one goal in mind: By 2050, no woman should die of breast cancer. This campaign aims to raise awareness to prevent breast cancer, but they cannot do it without your help! For every charm you buy, Glamulet is donating 50% of the sales to a charity fund for breast cancer. Please join me this month of October to raise awareness for this terrible disease.
“In May 2014, my mother and father came to my brother and I and asked if we could all come together to have a sit down meeting. Not knowing what was about to come out of this meeting, we sat around and cracked jokes about a family meeting. Little did we know we were about to be told the hardest news of our lives, still to date. My mom, was diagnosed with Stage 2 breast cancer. My heart broke one hundred times over again. Knowing my mom was about to face one of the hardest battles of her life was nearly impossible to accept. At the end of the day she continued to reassure us she would be fine, but deep down we all knew she was under a tremendous amount of stress and duress. She wasn’t worried about herself, yet she was worried about how her children and her husband were going to cope with her being sick. After a couple of months of consultations, my mom decided that it would be best for her to undergo a double mastectomy. This was something my family always talked very highly of her doing, mainly to rid herself of any chance of her cancer reoccurring. The first week of August 2014, my mom underwent a surgery and had a double mastectomy. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would see my mom in the condition I saw her in. I immediately broke into tears the second I saw her in the recovery room; she was so pale, and I could feel the pain she was in just by looking in her eyes. It was a moment I would never wish upon my worst enemy. After her surgery she was told she was going to be able to only undergo chemotherapy, but not radiation. Thank God. What a load off our shoulders it was to know she would only have to go through chemo. She underwent 4 chemo treatments every two/three weeks (skipped a couple of weeks due to complications from the mastectomy). As she continued through chemo, she became weaker and weaker and she was always exhausted. After her second treatment, her hair began to hurt. Her hair was falling out in handfuls. She had the fullest, curliest and most beautiful black hair that everyone envied. She told me from the beginning she would never be able to walk around without a wig because she didn’t want anyone to worry about her or know what battle she was trying to defeat. She never wanted anyone to worry about her. Once she had a few consultations with wig makers, she asked me if I would go with her to shave her head. Without a doubt in my mind I said absolutely and a few days later, I found myself in Kennestone Hospital with my mom shaving her hair all off. Man was it a sight! She looked so beautiful and radiant. She wasn’t confident, it was obvious. We talked her up though, especially once she got her new wig. She is always beautiful. Finally, November 3rd came around, it was moms last day of chemo! She took it like a champ. Might I add, my mom never took more then 3 days off work throughout this entire process. THREE DAYS! She toughed it through every single chemo. After chemo, my mom has gone through a total of 5+ surgeries to perform reconstructive surgery on her breast. Lets just say I am incredibly jealous of her new “girls”, they definitely put mine to shame. Last Wednesday, September 23, mom went through one final reconstructive surgery. Going through October this year around, my family and I are so incredibly thankful for my mom and the warrior she is. Breast cancer awareness month is so special to us this year, because finally, my mom is in remission! How lucky am I to be able to say my mom is in remission? Thank you for reading my story, please continue to keep those who are fighting this nasty disease in your thoughts.” – Lesley Hanley