Education is the first step in breast cancer prevention
Breast cancer never concerned me until my best friend from college, Kitty Gretsch, told me her cancer had returned. That was January 2001; she died before the year’s end at the age of 34.
My mother lost her battle with breast cancer in 1995, when she was 47 and I was 6.
It is still hard to understand why she was the one woman in eight diagnosed with breast cancer, but her experience has blessed my life.
I bought my mom her first headscarf when I visited her during fall break.
When she was diagnosed with breast cancer in August, three days after her 52nd birthday, some of the first words out of her mouth were, “If I lose my hair, I’m not wearing a wig. It’s too damn hot in Texas.”
and 
