Last week’s issue of The Chanticleer featured stories from students on how they have been affected by breast cancer. This week, another student wanted to share her story.
On September 1, 2008, my favorite cousin Vickie died from Breast Cancer. Vickie was a woman of God, beautiful inside and out, sweet, funny, and generous. I always felt like an outcast in my family, but Vickie always made me feel like I belonged and made sure I was included in every family event. She always greeted me with hugs and smiles. She helped anyone who was in need. I will never forget the day of her funeral. I will never forget her daughter’s cry when the ushers closed her casket. Listening to the cries of all the people who loved Vickie and the people that she affected, broke my heart. I cried every other night because I just missed her presence so much. One night I dreamed she was in white and smiling at me. I felt that was her way of telling me that everything was going to be alright. I know if she was still here she would be calling me up and telling me to stay strong. She would be very proud of me, her kids, and she would be very supportive.