As October rolls in, it brings with it the vibrant colors of fall, the warmth of pumpkin spice lattes, the excitement of kids gearing up for Halloween, and importantly, Breast Cancer Awareness Month. It’s a time when stores transform into seas of pink, showcasing countless ways to show support. This month serves as a reminder to honor the fighters, uplift those currently battling, and reflect on the lives of those we’ve lost.
While I had always been aware of breast cancer and how it touched the lives of many around me, it was the experience with my dear friend, Sarah, that hit me personally. Since then, I’ve witnessed numerous diagnoses, countless surgeries, moments of remission, and far too many heartbreaking funerals. But today, I want to share Sarah’s story and how her strength continues to light my path.
Sarah was a true gem — a modern-day fairy tale character, her enchanting voice matched only by her kind spirit. She led a weekly music class for tired parents and their little ones, where her presence was a ray of sunshine. My son would brighten up at the sight of her, even on his more challenging days. For me, those classes were a sanctuary amid the chaos of motherhood; a chance to wave colorful scarves and share laughs with other moms while singing songs that tugged at our hearts.
Shortly after her wedding, Sarah’s life took a shocking turn when she discovered a lump in her breast just weeks after learning she was pregnant. At eight weeks along, she faced the diagnosis of breast cancer with the heart of a warrior, juggling chemotherapy and morning sickness. Her maternity photoshoot was a tribute to the American Cancer Society — a far cry from her original plans, yet she embraced it with poise, putting her child’s well-being above all.
Sarah fought valiantly, entering remission before the cancer returned. When I learned of her passing, it felt surreal. This wasn’t meant to happen. She had a son who deserved to know his mother.
On days when I feel overwhelmed — like rainy Sundays spent managing a spirited toddler while nursing a hangover from the previous night — I think of Sarah. On those days, when curling up under a blanket seems ideal, I remember how much she would have given for just one more afternoon with her son. I picture her singing, dancing, and showering him with love. In these moments, gratitude washes over me.
I get to be here. I get to embrace the joys and challenges of motherhood with this amazing little boy. While I may not magically transform into Supermom, I try to honor Sarah and all mothers who would do anything to be with their children. I hold my son a little tighter for them.
“Want to splash in puddles, buddy?” I asked, eager to make the most of the dreary weather.
“Absolutely! Clothes or no clothes?” he replied, bubbling with excitement.
A few months ago, I unexpectedly encountered Sarah’s husband and their son at a museum. Recognizing them from a distance, I felt compelled to approach but struggled to find the courage. I wanted to express how profoundly Sarah impacted my life and how she continues to guide me toward what truly matters.
“Hi, I recognized your little guy,” I said, waving nervously. “I knew Sarah from music class, and I just wanted to let you know she’s often in my thoughts.”
“Many people tell me that,” he replied with a warm smile.
“Does he show any musical talent?” I asked, chuckling as I watched her son pull mine toward a pile of blocks.
“Oh, absolutely! He starts singing, and it just keeps going!” Sarah’s husband laughed.
“That’s Sarah in him, isn’t it?” I said, feeling a swell of emotion.
“Yeah, without a doubt,” he nodded.
In that moment, I knew her spirit lived on in her son. How could it not? She remains in his heart and in every note he sings.
So, thank you, Sarah. You have been my guiding light during some of my darkest moments as a mother. May your song echo forever.
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Summary
In this heartfelt tribute, the author reflects on the life and impact of a friend lost to breast cancer, celebrating her spirit and the lessons learned through motherhood. The piece emphasizes gratitude for the joys of parenting and the lasting influence of those we’ve lost.