This month of October is one of the brightest months during the year. It boldly waves the Color Pink. And behind this so girly, so feminine color, lie stories, millions of stories.
These stories of courage and encouragement of our fellow women, girls, and men, too.
It is of importance to me to share these stories with all of you for the purpose you were born to be here.
You have all the power to Illuminate, Encourage, Shine and share that type of wisdom with others.
Yet another aspect of a joyful life is self-actualization that is possible only when you follow the path of your Dream.
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by Cheney Gadrim, Origami Owl Independent Consultant
As we approach the month of October, I am always excited to see the fall colors on the trees, to feel the crisp coolness of the weather change, and the smells of pumpkin, cinnamon and apples in the air. The season is about to change. And with change, always comes the creation of something new.
Along with some of my favorite things of fall another beautiful color begins to pop up everywhere. It represents more to me than any other. It represents strength, courage, and hope, – the color of pink.
The color pink is often associated with Breast Cancer Awareness And Research. Research and studies have proven that both men and women have a chance of developing Breast Cancer within their lifetime.
Cancer does not care if you are male or female; it does not care if you are rich or poor; does not care how old you are. And it does not care what color your skin is.
I have sat back and watched this disease challenge the strongest person I have ever known. I watched in silence, her fight with all of her mind, body, and soul to win this uphill battle against Breast Cancer, all the while admiring her courage and strength to find a cure.
My Mom’s life changed when she found a lump in her breast in December 1994, at 46-years-old. With no history of cancer of any kind within the family, my Mom was one of those women who chose to face this disease head on, and gave all she had to win the war raging between her and Breast Cancer.
After many months of surgeries, biopsies, Chemo and radiation, she finally received the news she had longed to hear, “Your cancer is in remission.” My Mom understood that although in remission, there was always a chance it could or would come back, and that her time was limited here on earth. However, she never let this information control or define who she was. Instead, she sought to fight for a cure, and partnered with organizations such as Susan G. Komen and the Race for the Cure.
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My Mom became heavily involved with these organization and would put countless hours into spreading awareness and information to those in need. She would help survivors and their families through difficult emotional times. She would offer her personal experiences and information up to anyone that needed help. She encouraged them to continue their battle with Cancer, to continue to fight until a cure could be found.
Through her many years of hard work and dedication, I walked by her side, blown away by the amount of courage and love this woman had not only for herself, but for others as well.
I thought I was the one helping her. But looking back at those moments, it has become very clear to me that she was teaching me how to face obstacles in my life with an open mind, to become a stronger person.
No matter how hard something seems to be to achieve, that if I want it I should go after it. She believed in me, believed in my spirit, and told me no matter how long the road was, I would never walk alone.
On December 29, 2008 I held my Mom one last time as she began her new journey, transitioning to a place where, in my mind, there is no pain. She may not physically be here with me, but her life teachings continue to live on within my heart. I decided that I would take every little bit of belief she had in me and use that to help achieve my dreams and to help lift others up during the process.
I graduated from The Ohio State University in 2009 and married the love of my life that year as well. In 2011 I became a Mom myself to a beautiful daughter. I finally had my dreams coming together. All I was missing was my best friend and biggest supporter, My Mom.
My Mom taught me that I could not depend on society to take care of me, that I must feel empowered to always do better, to always want more. For me, my “more” was to be a Mom, and I always wanted the chance to stay home with my children for as long as I could.
In April of 2013 I was blessed with an opportunity to work for myself and provide additional income for my family. I am now a full time stay at home Mom and an Independent Designer for Origami Owl. I am able to teach and learn with my daughter, provide amazing opportunities to many other women and continue to give back to Breast Cancer Organizations through my commissions.
October is more than just a month for me, it is a reminder of how to live life to its fullest, to enjoy the special moments that take your breath away, and to celebrate the time you have here with your loved ones.
N0 one knows what tomorrow holds. What you have is today. Live in the now. Appreciate the world as it is and fight to make a difference in life.
No matter where you go, have the courage and strength to love yourself, to know that the world is a better place, because you are a part of it.
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by Laura Gontchar