It’s been a very sad weekend. One of my closest friends buried her 49 year old sister yesterday… three young children, a husband, and a shitload to live for. From what you may ask? Cancer, of course.
So after another life is lost to cancer, today I want to spotlight someone who is fighting the good fight. Someone who is very much ALIVE, brave, and calls herself a FUTURE CANCER SURVIVOR. Her name is Virginia Champoux-Sokoloff, and our kids went to pre-school together. If you are a loyal reader, you might also remember her amazing post on WomenOnTheFence called 10 Lessons From 10 Years in Business: A Mompreneur’s Tale. Let me say, you MUST read this post.
When I bumped into Virginia last week at the grocery store, I was blown away. Blown away, because while the tears streamed down MY face as she kept me abreast of her situation (no pun intended, Virginia is kicking stage-3 breast cancer in the ass), what was impossible to miss was HER strength. Her matter-of-fact, direct tone. No hiding. No bullshit. Just stating the facts as they are, and committing herself to the best possible attitude, and recovery. Recovery recovery recovery. In that moment as I hugged her, as I felt my body melt with weakness, I felt her palpable strength. It was a strength I cannot describe.