That’s what they say, right? Last month my beautiful, brilliant, tough and tremendous girlfriend was shockingly diagnosed with breast cancer. She’s a newly single mother of 3 teenage boys, an amazing advocate for youth concussion awareness and has more energy than anyone I’ve ever met. She doesn’t get cancer. But she did. It is hard to digest and even harder to figure out how to help without overwhelming her and making her feel anything less than the fierce woman she’s always been.
We’ve texted, chatted and exchanged quips over potential boobie boosts, wig styling and her disdain for pink.
I’ve come up with a new approach. She has to take a break from her beloved boot camp workouts and training until she has recovered from next week’s surgery and the treatments to follow, so I’m going to jump in her cross-trainers. I hearby declare myself, her substitute fitness-junkie, and I’ve told her she needs to take getting well seriously, because this amount of physical activity may kil me. 🙂 But, here I am making it public. Kettle bells, power squats and planks here I come! Price, you can get some rest knowing the (medicine) ball has not been dropped… but MAN is it heavy! I love you, and to any other women out there starting, or continuing the good fight, here’s to happiness, strength and an expedited return to health.