Breast Cancer Awareness Month

I don't know how many of you know, probably all of you do, but October is national Breast Cancer Awareness month.  Everyone has been affected by cancer in one way or another.  We Copsey's, Thorner's, and Meisenbach's are currently being affected by breast cancer.  My aunt is battling such a courageous battle.  She is a person who hardly ever gets sick (unless she's been around my family and then she'd get the mother of all colds!!!)  She is a caregiver.  Always helping us when we are suffering from one malady or another.  She has helped me and my family through more illnesses then I care to remember.
But now she is the one who is in need, and all the chicken soup and rest in the world can't battle the illness inside of her.  She is taking such powerful medication.  Medication that makes her weak, and ill.  I am sure she hates being the person in need of so much help.  But all of her friends and family have been the recipient of her support and they are falling all over one another to help her.  She is seeing what a friend she has been and people want so badly to make her feel better.  We all wish we could.
Watching her go through her chemo treatments makes me so sad.  She will get better, we know it, but the battle is long, and arduous.  She will eat countless bowls of soup that people will bring her, because they don't know what else to do.  She will wear her wig, and head wraps, and she will look beautiful through her illness.  She will have good days and bad days.  She will laugh and she will cry.  We will all laugh and cry with her.
We will all pray, and pray, and pray, because there is nothing else we can do.  We will wear pink in her honor, and we will shave our boys heads, and Rick's mustache and beard in support for her.  We will pay a little extra this month for food, and other products that donate toward cancer research because we want to see a cure in the future, so that this disease will not affect our children, or their children.
When you wear your pink, or shave your head, or watch football and see all those men wear pink with pride, remember there are people suffering, and there are people surviving breast cancer.  Those people are fighting, and surviving, and living.  Honor them, make them soup, love them, and pray for them.
Fight hard Aunt Carrie!!!!  WE LOVE YOU!!!