To our family and friends,
We have chosen a special way to say THANK YOU for the support, encouragement, faith, love and laughter you have contributed to our lives. In lieu of favors, we are requesting charitable donations to The American Cancer Society in honor of the loved ones who could not be here with us on our beautiful day.
Love, Dylan & Emily
My mother’s journey with breast cancer began December 26, 2000. At the time I was only 6 years old, so I had no idea what was going on. I remember going to wig shops and getting to try on all the fun wigs, not knowing why we were truly there. At that age, I didn’t know what cancer was or what the name even meant. My mother still acted like the same amazing mom to me. She played with me and dealt with my craziness all while having and fighting cancer. I remember my mother and I making funny faces in the mirror with her wig off in the bathroom at my dad's dojo, and I just thought it was fun. My mother still worked and did karate every Tuesday and Thursday and worked out all the time. In addition, my father didn’t run the air conditioning because he wanted his students to push through tough obstacles and having cancer with no AC seems pretty difficult to me. My mom is not only a survivor, she kicked cancers butt if I must say. One night my father let Jennifer and I cut his hair, which he probably should have let professionals do (because I accidentally cut some skin off!). He chopped all of his hair off just so my mom wouldn’t feel any different from her friends. I grew up with the amazing people that I get to call my parents. They taught me so much and I cannot find the words to describe everything that my father did for my mother. My parents have always been a part of the Relay For Life, helping to raise money and to help the community for the event held each year, but now it was for my mother. So this isn’t just raising money for the cause; it is so much bigger than that. Without all the money they raise each year, who knows if she would still be here. Cancer research needs to be at the top of everyone's list because it affects almost 1 out of 3 people. Dylan and I hope you read this message with your heart and give someone the opportunity to live a long healthy life. If you click the link, please give. Give for those who don’t have anybody to speak for them. Give someone a second chance or even their last chance at life. Thank you.
I grew up knowing that cancer was this big, bad disease that affects a lot of people. I thought that being strong and a fighter could better prepare someone to defeat cancer. I also knew that cancer could be beat.
My grandmother, Gran, fought cancer my whole life up until I was 20 years old. At first, she had lung, and then brain cancer and was treated with chemo and lost her hair. This weakened her very much but she overcame it to become independent again. A few years later, the cancer came back and she had to fight it again. After the second fight, Gran wasn’t able to get around as well anymore. She ultimately became bedridden and completely dependent on my family for the last 10 years of her life. She passed away from malignant breast cancer that was untreatable due to her worsening condition.
Gran was a fighter and taught me that cancer was beatable.
My mom called me one day during my freshman year of college when I was walking to class and broke the news that she had been diagnosed with breast cancer. When I heard the news my heart sank and the world seemed to stop. With my mom going through this experience with her own mom already, she was aware of things to look for. She found it early enough to have a good prognosis and decided to undergo a double mastectomy to reduce the chance of it returning. Since 2010, she has been cancer-free. This philanthropy means the world to us and organizations like this give us hope for a cure for the future for all of our families.