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Dana is fearless in this fun and funky outfit. She is sporting a Komarov fitted tunic top in a great print with shades of brown and green, $168, over Isabel black leggings with rhinestone trim, $69. Accenting her outfit are artistic metal copper and bronze necklace and earrings. Courtesy of Lizzy’s at Julian’s in Fort Collins.

Dana Dunlap

I was diagnosed with Stage III breast cancer on May 18, 2007. At 37 years of age, I never imagined in my wildest dreams I would hear the word cancer. It literally rocked me to my core! It was such a crushing and devastating feeling.

I had 16 treatments of chemotherapy. The last four is where the battle became an all-out war. The chemo was extremely harsh and I felt I couldn’t bear one more moment. I started my chemo at a weight of 112 pounds and at my last treatment was down to 92 pounds. It seemed at times more than I could handle, but it was at my weakest point in my life that God revealed His strength, power, and peace to my soul. I realized for the first time in my life that I was not in control, but my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, had me in the palm of His hands! When I didn’t think I could make it one more day, it was the prayers of so many that sustained me physically, mentally, and spiritually! I experienced firsthand the power of prayer.

I had many dear and special friends to give me support and encouragement throughout the battle with cancer, but God sent me four incredible women who ministered to me in all areas of my life. My mother, Bonnie, who lived in Wisconsin at the time, lifted me up with her wisdom and encouragement. My mother-in-law, Marlene, has a servant’s heart and took care of me while my husband worked. Lastly, there were my two dear friends, Terri and Colleen, who prayed over me every time I went to chemo. I believe these four women were sent to me by God, and I love them all dearly. I know in my heart that I could not have made it through this battle without Jesus Christ as my Savior. He was my ultimate strength. I realized, because He loves me so much, He desired to go to the front of the battle lines for me. I give God all the glory for His grace and mercy in my life!

I also want to thank my husband and sons for being such incredible sources of strength and love. They literally loved me back to health!

Lastly, it is my heart’s passion to be an encouragement to anyone going through this process to provide referrals, hope, and strength when needed. You may read my story from start to finish at www.dana-psalm91.blogspot.com. Life is worth celebrating!

Jessica looks playful in this brown bolero jacket by Rebekah, $65, and fun green print dress with gathered bodice by Donna, $150. Green and bronze necklace and earring set finish the look, $32. Courtesy of Lizzy’s At Julian’s in Fort Collins.

Jessica Adair

I was diagnosed in June 2008. I was shocked and confused, but all my doctors seemed more confused than I was. No one could explain why a 28-year-old had breast cancer.

During treatment, I had all the common symptoms. I lost my hair, had terrible nausea that the drugs couldn’t seem to keep in check, muscle and joint pain, and had a very low white blood cell count. Treatment was emotionally draining as well, since I was quarantined a lot because of my low blood count.

My boyfriend had just moved in when I found out I had cancer. I was worried about losing him because of the mastectomy. He proposed for Valentine’s Day, which was about three weeks after my final procedure.

It has been a mixed blessing that my daughter was too young to understand that mommy was sick. She was just 20 months when I was diagnosed. It was comforting that I didn’t have to explain what cancer was and calm her fears, but that made it even harder to explain why mommy was too tired or sick to play with her or pick her up.

Now I am working at living a healthier life. It was never unhealthy, but of course a person can always exercise more and eat better.

My inspiration came in the realization that life in general has gone on despite my cancer. And my life will, too. I am looking forward to my wedding and enjoying life with my future husband and children.

As cheesy as it sounds, I found strength in my friends and family; the people that know me best and are still with me because of that, not in spite of it.

The hardest part now is dealing with people’s curiosity. They think they are being concerned and supportive when they ask about cancer, but it is hard to have every conversation revolve around a disease that no one ever wanted to deal with. It is easier now that my hair has grown back; it is not obvious unless people already know.

Everyone quotes a statistic that one in three people will have cancer in their lifetime. The number seems too large, yet everyone I meet comments that they remember when their aunt, mother, sister, etc. had breast cancer.

Elana looks fabulous in this Maxima peacock print pleated jacket with flair sleeves, $99, and Jostar black tank dress, $45. The outfit is complete with a gold glass bead necklace, $29. Courtesy of Lizzy’s At Julian’s in Fort Collins.

Elana Serrano

I was diagnosed with breast cancer March 2008 at the age of 32. I was attending Front Range Community College and it was during Spring Break. My reaction to finding out was disbelief. I could not believe this was happening to me. I had just had my youngest daughter, who was still being nursed. I literally felt my life flash before my eyes. I knew nothing about breast cancer at the time and felt my life was over. I thought a lot about my children and what their lives would be without me. It was the most horrible feeling that I had felt in my life. It still makes me cry when I remember.

My whole outlook in life has completely changed. My husband and my children are the utmost priority to me. It is not that they were not before, but after going through breast cancer and treatments, I found they were the only ones who really saw what I was going through. Everyone else just had a window view of how it was impacting us.

I found that many people I thought were my friends and would be by my side were not. I feel that breast cancer helped me to see who were my friends and those who were not. Those who were not would avoid me and, at times, I felt bitter and wondered why this happened to me. But over the course of my treatments, I realized that many people who know nothing about cancer are ignorant to it. I feel that I fit into that category of people at one time until it happened to me. Because cancer happens to “other people.”

This journey has definitely taught me the true value of my faith. As I felt that my faith in God was tested, I acquired the concept that “those things that do not kill us serve to make us stronger.” I feel that breast cancer empowered me to get through whatever life has waiting for me.

My husband and my children are, and always will be, my inspiration. My husband because he always shines through for me, even when I didn’t seem so shiny. My children were my biggest inspiration, especially my two youngest children, because I felt I needed to live through breast cancer with every bit of strength in me. I could not just lie down and give up when I had children who needed their mom. Their lives had just begun and they still needed me to help them see through it.

My husband’s boss, Jeremy Rubin, found out his wife had been diagnosed with breast cancer the year before I was diagnosed. I feel that Jeremy was of great support to my husband while I was going through my treatments. That, in turn, helped my husband to help me.

JoAnn is ready for a night out with girlfriends in this relaxed ensemble. She is wearing a stitched detail denim jacket in aviator blue, $79, silky cotton tailored shirt in optic white, $79, and charcoal wash Platinum boot cut jeans, $69. A sculpted silver stretch belt, $68, basket weave scarf in shades of blue, $45, lagoon blue watercolor pendant, $44, drop earrings, $18, and passionate beads coil bracelet, $34, finish the look. Courtesy of Chico’s in Fort Collins.

Joann Ball

We had just moved from Fort Collins to Cottage Grove, MN at the end of May 2000. It was June 30, the week before the Fourth of July, and we were going camping with a group of friends. While taking a shower, I was doing a self-breast exam and found what I thought was a lump. During the weekend, I shared what I found with my husband, Bob, and our friends. I said I really wasn’t sure if it was a lump. After all, I had just had a mammogram in December 1999. Bob and my girlfriends, Michelle and Vicky, wanted to feel it but it seemed to move around and was very small. I had no history of breast cancer in my family (at least that is what I thought). My mother was of the generation that did not talk about those issues.

We returned home on July 5; I made an appointment with my family doctor. On July 6, I went to the doctor and on the same day, she sent me to St. Joseph’s Hospital in St. Paul, MN for a mammogram. The mammogram showed nothing, so they did an ultrasound and found a small mass and tried to aspirate it. I went back to my family doctor and she said the radiologist suggested that we monitor the lump. I was not comfortable with that, especially since they were not able to get anything out to test when they aspirated it.

My doctor and I made the decision to look into it further and she sent me to a general surgeon. On July 13, I went to see Dr. England in St. Paul and we scheduled a biopsy for July 25. On the morning of the biopsy, I found out that my uncle had passed away. I asked Dr. England if I would be able to travel to the funeral in New Jersey. He gave me the okay. Two days later, I was on my way to the airport but had still not heard from Dr. England regarding my biopsy results, so I changed the outgoing message on our answering machine at home and specifically asked Dr. England to call me on my cell phone.

Just before we arrived in St. Paul, I received a call on my phone. Dr. England wanted to meet my husband and I when I returned from my trip. I knew then the results weren’t good, so before we hung up the phone I flat out asked him if it was cancer and he had to be honest with me. At that moment my heart dropped. I called Bob because he was staying home with our five-year-son, Tony, and told him that I had been diagnosed with breast cancer, Infiltrating Ductal Carcinoma in my right breast. We were in shock, but I knew I had to forget my problems and get on that airplane to support my aunt, cousins, and their families.

When I returned home, Bob and I went to see Dr. England. I was very nervous but knew I had to face the facts and find out what the next step would be. Dr. England gave me a list of doctors and suggested I interview oncologists and plastic surgeons. I needed to find out my options. I was told I had a choice of a mastectomy or a lumpectomy. With a mastectomy, I would only have to go through chemotherapy if my lymph nodes were absent of cancer. But if I chose a lumpectomy, I would have to go through both chemotherapy and radiation. I really could not imagine driving 30 miles one way in January and February five days a week for six to eight weeks for radiation treatment.

After meeting with oncologist after oncologist and plastic surgeon after plastic surgeon, I had to make a decision. After all, in my mind, the lump was growing and spreading all over my body.

I chose to have a bilateral mastectomy with breast reconstruction. It was a seven and a half hour surgery. The initial tumor was less than 1.5 centimeter in diameter, but thank goodness I chose to have the entire breast removed because when they biopsied the breast tissue after my mastectomy, they found cancer in another area of the same breast. There were no cancer cells present in my left breast.

If I could share one thing with women and men alike it would be: self breast exams save lives! Know your body and if you find something, follow through. If the doctors want to monitor a lump and have not removed anything from that lump to biopsy, insist on a biopsy. I had a very aggressive, fast-growing cancer. Go with your gut. If I would have listen to the radiologist, the cancer would have continued to grow and spread.

I chose a very aggressive treatment and, as a result of my decision to have a bilateral mastectomy with immediate breast reconstruction, both my rotator cuff muscles are partially torn – but I am alive!

My son was five years old when I was diagnosed with cancer, so I had to find my strength from within myself. I had a five year old that needed his mother and I was going to live.

Marilyn cuts a dramatic silhouette in black and plum with a Cut Loose Tencel quilted zip front vest, $90, and ¾ sleeve black tee, $45, over Kathleen Haggerty straight leg rayon pants, $110. An abalone cuff watch, $50, Brighton rope necklace of silver beads and abalone, $82, matching earrings, $15, and plum straw hat, $18, add a little fun. Courtesy of Cloz in Loveland.

Marilyn Jones

Our family got “whammed” by breast cancer starting in late 2007 when our daughter was diagnosed with breast cancer. I was so scared and worried. Immediately, I tried to read and learn everything I could find about breast cancer. Watching and supporting our daughter as she went through her surgeries and seeing her cope so well gave me great inspiration. When I was diagnosed in October 2008, I thought, “I can do this” and felt calm and prepared to make treatment decisions. Two weeks after my diagnosis, my 89-year-old mother was also diagnosed. Wow, three generations of our family in one year!

Family and friends have been and continue to be very supportive. My husband went to every appointment with me – he was great!

Julie looks sophisticated in this laid back outfit of Tencel button-front ¾ sleeve shirt in cedar, $70, over loose asymmetrical hem flip skirt in chocolate, $70, both by Cut Loose, and wide soft leather belt by Leatherock, $140. Stretch charm bracelets, $10, finish in casual style. Courtesy of Cloz in Loveland.

Julie Jones

My first reaction was thinking that “I can’t be sick, I’m all that my children have.” Every morning my pillow was wet with tears . . . sometimes I couldn’t remember what exactly I was thinking, but my pillow was still wet.

Later, I was excited to go to each appointment because I was ready to “take care of it.” I read and had lists of questions for each doctor each time we met. I’m a spiritual person and listened to the inner voice. I found out it was important to fight for the treatment I felt was right for me. I believe that standing my ground has prevented me from getting cancer one or two more times (later pathology revealed precancerous cells in my unaffected breast and surgery revealed more extensive cancer than previously believed).

My inspiration is my family, friends, and faith – they were all incredibly amazing and profoundly helpful in every aspect.

Pat looks great in this stylish outfit of stretch knit jacket, $88, and tank, $44, both in aviator blue, chocolate knit straight leg pants, $62, and silk paisley print scarf, $59. A peacock pin, $39, and hammered metal belt with crystal inserts, $64, add the right amount of texture. Courtesy of Chico’s in Fort Collins.

Patricia Moore

I was diagnosed September 26, 2007. It felt like the roof collapsed. I was terrified. I couldn’t say, “I have breast cancer” when calling for appointments, etc., without breaking into tears.

A bilateral mastectomy has forever changed my body. Even though life goes on, there’s always a fear of recurrence lurking in the back of my mind. Once treatments were over and my strength returned, I learned life goes on. You appreciate the small things around you. I try to be more outgoing and willing to help others going through similar experiences.

Friends and family offered support and help when I needed it. The Hope Lives!, Sisters of Hope members were a great support group, answering questions and offering support before and after surgery.

There are many sources for help and support in the community. The doctors and nurses provided help and guidance during a very trying time and their support was greatly appreciated.

Jennifer is ready for a romantic night out in this watermelon drape front taffeta halter dress with bubble hem, $135. Courtesy of David’s Bridal in Fort Collins.

Jennifer Entner

I was diagnosed April 2001. I felt shock, disbelief, and utter despair. I was 32 years old with a five-year-old son and a 10-month-old daughter. All I could think about was the possibility of them growing up without a mother.

It took several years for my immunity to recover and for my energy and stamina to recover as well. Emotionally, I am not sure I have dealt with my experience completely. I completed my treatment and moved on, trying not to dwell on the memory. I have come through the experience with a greater ability to not sweat the small stuff. I don’t get upset about things as easily because, as I always tell my husband, “it’s not cancer.” My spirituality deepened during my experience.

My children really were my inspiration and strength. I endured treatment and survived for them. At one point, I felt so bad that I told my mom if it weren’t for my kids I would give up. I also found inspiration and home in Lance Armstrong’s book It’s Not About the Bike. It truly recharged the fight in me and encouraged me to strive for not only survival, but to rebuild my physical and emotion health afterwards.

In 2007, my sister and I completed the Danskin Triathalon together: a half-mile swim, 12-mile bike ride, and 3-mile run. It was an amazing experience.

Angela is stunning in this simple black halter dress with crystal broach, made of chiffon with a flirty full skirt made for dancing, $89. Courtesy of David’s Bridal in Fort Collins.

Angela King, M.D.

Four years ago I was granted membership into a club I never wanted to join. I certainly did not want to be one of its youngest members as well.

You might expect that as a physician, due to my education, I was in a different position. On the day I learned I had cancer, I still had another surgery to perform. So I went into doctor mode; as physicians, we are taught to keep our emotions in check. I gave my full concentration to the task at hand and pushed the emotional aspect of my hours-old diagnosis away.

After surgery I was tending my patient in recovery when a colleague asked me, “What’s up?” I took a deep breath and tried to deadpan it. “Apparently, I have breast cancer . . . I’m gonna need a couple days off.” My joke fell flat. As I heard my own voice say it out loud for the first time, I felt sick. One word hammered inside of me . . . INVASIVE. I lost it, but not until I got home.

This was not on my agenda. I was the picture of health. Thirty-six years old, I ate wisely, exercised regularly, and never smoked. But here I was. In the blink of an eye, I went from a full-time practicing physician who deals with women’s health every day to being a full-time cancer patient.

Going through the process of surgery and chemotherapy was truly a life-changing experience on many levels. As a physician, I knew the vocabulary and the statistics associated with the disease. Median age for breast cancer is 61; very few breast cancers are diagnosed under the age of 40. But diagnosed at 36, I was just as scared as anyone diagnosed with a disease that theoretically could take their life.

I gained empathy for patients and their families that I never had before. When it happened to me, it was virtually impossible to retain details and information; it all sounded unintelligible, as if Charlie Brown’s teacher was talking to me. It was all just noise.

Now, in my office, I am absolutely sure to do certain things for my patients: No one hears a diagnosis of cancer over the phone. I make certain my patient leaves my office with a piece of paper in her hand, including a copy of the pathology report and a list of appointments I have already made for her with the appropriate surgeons and oncologists.

I know from personal experience how complicated it is to maneuver through the system. I’m a physician specializing in women’s healthcare; I was able to pick and choose who took care of me. I don’t know how someone not familiar with the medical community does this. Not to mention manage the cost of diagnosis and treatment.

Because of this realization, I have spearheaded an annual clinic for uninsured and underinsured women of Larimer County to receive a clinical breast exam by a medical provider and a screening mammogram at no cost. Due to the generous funding of the Women’s Wellness Connection through Salud Clinic, and the Susan G. Komen for the Cure foundation through the Women’s Resource Center, any further diagnostics or treatment is also covered. Advanced Medical Imaging has generously contributed their time to read the screening mammograms each year. We have diagnosed two women with early stage breast cancer through this program.

I say often and loudly, “No one is off the hook.” It amazes me how many women think that they are immune to breast cancer because it doesn’t run in their family. Listen up ladies, it doesn’t matter!! I am living proof that it does save lives, so do your self-exams!

It is never too early to be proactive. I know that early detection, and going into it healthy, improved my odds of survival. Today, I embrace a healthy lifestyle with more passion than ever before. I do not take my health for granted for one second. There are many things that we cannot control, but making a choice for a healthy lifestyle is the best way to prevent and improve a medical problem.

The best way to sum it up is to say, “Cancer gave me clarity.” It is much easier to see what is important. I am also much less likely to get upset about things that I cannot control.

Cancer turned my world upside down. But it also gave me the kick in the pants I needed to make some really good changes in my life. I have come to deeply appreciate the people in my life – family, friends, colleagues, and patients. But I have also learned to set healthy boundaries in those relationships. I surround myself with positive people and do not invest time or energy in relationships that do not bring me joy.

The entire experience was a huge catalyst for personal growth. Overall, I have more confidence in myself. I’m comfortable in my own scarred, wrinkled skin. I’m much more patient than ever before.

I was so fortunate; there was not just one single source of inspiration or strength for me, but many. I had caring people all around me. I was astonished and humbled by the cards, phone calls, and emails I received; even people I knew only marginally reached out.

How can I sufficiently express my deep appreciation to so many? I wish I could write it across the sky: “Thank you, to all my friends, co-workers, caregivers, and patients for your loving support.”

Finally, to my mom, Mary Hasl, and Braun Mincher . . . you were always there when I needed you. You have my never-ending gratitude.

Jan can go from the office to dinner out in this beautiful outfit. She is wearing a stunning woven long jacket with interior leopard print by Alberto Makali, $282, and Necessitees black stretch tee, $30, and black pants, $78. A Judy Barbour coral necklace and earring set, $300, finish the outfit. Courtesy of Designs Boutique in Fort Collins.

Jan Rachid

It was late last October (2008) when my doctor called, told me I had breast cancer, and made recommendations for an oncologist and surgeon - immediately my mind went into what my husband affectionately calls “full duplex mode” (the ability to listen fully to others while simultaneously verbalizing my own thoughts). I listened carefully and wrote diligently all pertinent information. All the while I was saying to myself “Is this woman nuts? Cancer. Breast cancer! How do I get rid of it? Am I going to die?” That moment and the days that followed were the worst of my emotional journey this past year. Diagnosis without knowledge is debilitating. As weeks past, I gained information. Information gave me power. Power gave me strength.

With my husband in Egypt visiting his 91-year-old mother at the time of that phone conversation, my son stepped into the role of primary support. In the following days his presence, words, and love were a great gift. Without cancer, I might not have had the opportunity to see the depth of his emotional maturity. Although that was one of the most difficult times of my life, I would never change it. I cherish the memory of his companionship during those days of waiting to see doctors. I learned something about him then – this mother now knows that when this young adult man has his own family, they will always be able to count on him in tough times.

This journey has affected me in so many ways. I appreciate each moment of every day (that includes the ups and downs; the simple things of life). I live most of the time in the present. I have quit investing myself in the unimportant and the unchangeable events. I celebrate my morning (coffee with cream, baseball games with my brother and sister-in-law, my garden, and absolutely every moment spent with my husband and kids). I often buffer myself against cynical thoughts and folks who see the glass of life half empty. I am drawn to those (struggling or not) who see this life with that glass at least half full.

I have learned much from and been inspired by my daughter. I admire her and use her as a role model for how to handle adversity with grace and strength. In her 35 years of life, she has survived three open-heart surgeries and a severe stroke. She sees that glass of life as overflowing. My best friend of 40 years dropped her life in Montana and came to Colorado to be with our family one day after I called and said, “Please come.” She stayed during the tough times and nurtured us all. Most importantly, my husband of 38 years has been with me every step of the way. He’s cleaned house, cooked, supported, and loved me. He has been my rock.

Two final thoughts: first, mammograms absolutely save lives. My surgeon reported that the lump in my breast would not have been found through examination . . . even by her. With mammography, my cancer was found early. Women must get regular mammograms. It is important for all of us to work toward that end as we struggle with issues of healthcare reform. Secondly, Hope Lives! has been a blessing to me. Through the services of this organization, I was able to receive complementary acupuncture treatments that helped with pain and minimized side effects of treatment. But Hope Lives! did much more than pay for services. This organization came into my life at a time when my family and I were worn down from the process. These strangers lifted me up, said they cared, and gave me the strength to say, “I can do this.” I am so very grateful to Lydia, the staff, and the volunteers from Hope Lives! for that gift.

Rose Marie looks sensational in this hip fall outfit of alloy metallic biker jacket, $139, silky cotton tailored shirt in purple, $79, and black ponte knit five-pocket pants, $79. Accents include the reversible paisley beaded wrap, $79, silver hoop earrings, $22, multi-strand silver bead necklace, $48, crystal and silver bangle bracelets, $78, black beaded cuff bracelet, and silver cuff watch, $58. Courtesy of Chico’s in Fort Collins.

Rose Marie Studer

Like anyone else who has experienced breast cancer, I was in shock each time a new diagnosis was given. This kind of information doesn’t have any less of an impact, no matter how many times you hear it. I am a three-time cancer survivor. My first wake-up call was when I was first diagnosed with thyroid cancer at age 19. The second was early stage uterine cancer at age 35. Finally, very early stage breast cancer at age 38.

At 19, I was newly married and I had a six-month-old baby. I was given six months to live. I was terrified and disillusioned with this diagnosis. But I decided there was no way I was going to leave my precious six-month-old son, and it was my intention to beat this thing.

At ages 35 and 38, I was a single mom with two children. They were my inspiration to move through this “wake up call” again and have been two of my best teachers in life when I have paid attention and allowed myself to receive their unique and creative ways of teaching me.

In 2000, while on my lunch break from work, I was rear ended by a semi truck and survived. While still in physical therapy a year later, I completely lost feeling in my left side one day and was rushed to the hospital for an emergency MRI. At the top of my spine, they found a tumor 5.5 inches long across 95 percent of my spinal cord. I had emergency surgery. This time the tumor was non-malignant, but I was completely paralyzed and told I had little chance of ever walking or talking again.

This time it was not cancer, just a tumor. Why had the stages of cancer lessened each time and this time there was no cancer? Something had changed. I was so grateful I didn’t have cancer that it took a few days for the reality of my current situation to hit. I couldn’t walk or talk or have control over moving anything at all. What I could do was cry and pray. And that’s exactly what I did.

I began praying all the prayers I had learned from all the churches I had attended, and then there were no more prayers left to be prayed. The only company I had was the noise of my pulse, which I could actually hear running up and down my spine. I realized no one was going to help me out of this situation and there was absolutely nothing I could do. All I had left were my mind and thoughts.

I had been utilizing prayer and meditation since my first cancer diagnosis in 1970 and my thinking had changed tremendously since that time. I began visualizing myself walking and talking and intending all the things I wanted to happen: getting out of bed, dressing myself, talking on the phone, writing, even grocery shopping. I worked on myself from the inside out.

The Harvard Psychologist William James said, “The greatest revolution of our generation is the discovery that human beings, by changing the inner attitudes of their minds, can change the outer aspects of their lives.” I’m here to tell you, William James, Earnest Holmes, Carl Jung, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Deepak Chopra, Dr. Joe Dispenza – they are all right. They are all saying: “You don’t deny the situation or that the situation exists, you deny that the situation has to continue in the form in which it is currently appearing.”

Physically, emotionally, and spiritually I am not the same person. I left a lot of things behind: my ideas about wrong and right, how the world really works, what I need verses what I just want. I left behind the type A personality, consumed with doing everything in record time and with total perfection, to just being grateful that things get done. My faith is much deeper; I am more spiritual and less religious. Gratitude rules my life now, rather than the clock, the pressures of performance, or any external demands.

My mother has always been my inspiration. She was a successful businesswoman when she married my father, who was a widower with 10 children surviving out of 12. She helped raise those children and together they had five more children. I was the youngest child of the 17 children. My mother also embraced her new husband’s faith, which was very different from the one in which she was raised. Her life from that time forward was filled with long days of hard work on the farm. Yet she always had time to serve her husband, her parents, her children, grandchildren, and her church. She shared her smile with everyone. She was a better mother and stronger woman than I could ever hope to be.

From her, I learned to recognize the natural rhythm in life that is to be respected, and that balance is what is most needed. I learned that change is not something to be feared or resisted, but embraced because it is the one thing that is truly consistent in life. Whenever I have challenging times, I have reminded myself of her courage and strength and know I inherited that from her.

I wouldn’t say that cancer was a gift, but an opportunity to challenge what can be created from it. It gave me the opportunity to be grateful for every second I experienced before, during, and after it. Cancer provided me with a choice to experience a very deep appreciation for each and every smile I give or receive, every hug, every kiss, every sunset, every sunrise, and every thought. It was the opportunity to embrace and experience change in a way I never imagined. It was a lesson in learning to love myself, appreciate life, and laugh more.

Anne shows off her creative side in this artistic ensemble. Her outfit starts with a Boomba Couture sheer black and white blouse with artistic asymmetrical drape, $146, and Joseph Ribkoff sleeveless stretch black top, $82, over black flowing wide leg pants, also by Boomba Couture, $146. Silver and gold choker, $199, and drop earrings, $79, made in Spain, complete the outfit. Courtesy of Designs Boutique in Fort Collins.

Anne Cagen

I was diagnosed in June 2004. After my biopsy, I had to wait an entire weekend to hear the results. Deep down in my heart, I knew it would be positive (for cancer), but I still had hope that I would be wrong. Fortunately, we had a lot of things planned for the weekend, including a concert at Red Rocks, which was a great distraction. While at work the following Monday afternoon, I got a call from my physician who told me “you have breast cancer.” I was freaked! I cried and felt terrified. My husband was very reassuring, telling me “we’ll get through this.” I immediately went home to tell my children the bad news, which was very difficult.

After going through surgery, and during chemotherapy, I was physically drained. I had no energy and was often in pain. I felt really ugly after my mastectomy and losing all my hair. During treatment, I went through a program called “Look Good, Feel Good” which had made an impact on me to this day. I take more pride in my appearance. Overall, I take better care of myself by being more conscientious about working out and eating healthy foods. I have become a more gracious person, appreciating every day and being more aware of the positive and simple things in life. I make more of an effort to participate and pursue the things in life that bring me the most joy. I have become better at reaching out to people that I care about. Life is good!

My friends and family showered me with love and attention while going through treatment. They gave me the strength to endure everything with a more hopeful attitude. I appreciate them all and love them very much. Also, my daughter brought home a little kitten, Lucy Lu, while I was going through chemo. She was so comforting – to this day she still lays on my chest and purrs. I read whatever I could lay my hands on that would give me hope and inspiration, including Lance Armstrong’s book It’s Not About the Bike, which was very empowering. I am also thankful for Hope Lives! During treatment, Merry Maids came to my house and made my house sparkle when I did not have the energy to push a vacuum or mop the floors. Thank you, Hope Lives!, for all you do!

Jeanne is ready for a day at the office in this zebra print knit jacket, $99, and chocolate traveler’s knit tank, $44, and wide leg pant, $68. To finish the look, a leather and hammered metal slouch belt, $58, multi-stone bib necklace, $58, beaded stretch bracelets, $20, metallic leather watch, $58, and beaded cluster wire earrings, $24. Courtesy of Chico’s in Fort Collins.

Jeanne Brien

I received my diagnosis of breast cancer on Friday, August 8, 2008 at work at 5:00 p.m. Although I had prepared myself for the diagnosis since the day I found my lump, I was nonetheless very upset and anxious about what would happen next. From the very beginning of my journey, the wait for the next step and what to do in what order drove me crazy. One thing I was never unsure about was that I wanted to have the offending body part removed as quickly as possible. As quickly as possible was three weeks later, which seemed like an eternity to me. A week after surgery, I was told I was a Stage IIB and happily informed my family, friends, and coworkers how fortunate I was to have caught it “in time.”

As a scientist, I eagerly embraced joining a clinical trial to play a tiny part in advancing treatment of this far too common disease. Six weeks or so post-surgery, during the scrutiny of my medical records to determine eligibility for the clinical trial, an error was discovered in my pathology report. The news was not good; I was told that I was in actuality a Stage IIIA. Had it not been for the clinical trial nurse who uncovered the error, of which neither my oncologist or myself had been notified, I would not have received the best treatment for my stage disease. Joy will forever be my guardian angel – I believe she saved my life. I struggle mightily, not with the fact that a mistake was made, but with the fact that the pathologist didn’t feel compelled to let me know. To have to tell everyone that I had advanced disease, after telling them I was still in the early stage, was by far the most difficult and negative experience in my journey.

Having cancer is such a challenging experience for the patient and everyone that supports them during the process. Chemotherapy, radiation, and complications sap your time, energy, appearance, and faith – I no longer trust my body in the least. Losing my hair was more painful than losing my breast. Self-confidence during treatment was in short supply. I was very inspired by other cancer patients, including my friend and co-worker (Mike), and actually looked forward to my sessions because I drew strength from my chemo-pals, Lynne and Kelly. Laughter is contagious and we always found something to crack up about. The Navigators program and several support groups were so important in getting the financial aspects worked out to lessen stress and worry. Through the course of treatment, medical staff were exceptionally caring and kind, and though I was definitely sick and tired of being tired, I never got sick due to the plethora of anti-nausea drugs prescribed. Chemotherapy was not nearly as bad as I expected it to be, and while burns were painful from radiation, the discomfort was short-lived.

I work for a company whose products include drugs that benefit cancer patients. There was no hesitation in letting my co-workers and management know my situation. I was amazed at how many people helped and supported me with hospital visits, meals, finances, walks, hats, ride-sharing to and from Longmont so I wouldn’t have to drive, working with my appointment schedule, etc. and last but not least – the dozen-plus (including two women) who shaved their heads to make me feel more comfortable with my changing appearance. I was fortunate to be able to work most of the duration of treatment and I really feel that doing normal things and being surrounded by people who care makes you feel less sick.

My children, sisters, and mom helped take care of the house, pets, meals, and groceries, and chauffeured me to countless appointments, stayed through chemo sessions, and kept my spirits up during hospitalization and recovery from a serious infection. Help came from near and far, as well as in the form of flowers, phone calls, letters from family and friends, and a group of my daughter’s friends (boys and girls, many of whom I had never met) at MSU Bozeman wore pink every Wednesday in support. Also making things much easier for me were my neighbor who looked after the dog and a very special kid who mowed my lawn all summer “because it was the right thing to do.” Countless friends filled in all the gaps including flying my daughter home for surgery and back to Montana in time to start her sophomore year – truly one of the most thoughtful things anyone has ever done for me. I am very aware of how blessed I am.

Surviving cancer has made me a stronger person and I also take less for granted. Life is far too short to be wasted on insignificant things. I will continue the fight and I intend to beat the statistics. There are far worse things in life than breast cancer. It is so good to be alive!

Gayle sports casual elegance for work or play in this purple jacket with tie front, $214, silky brown tank, $88, wide leg brown pants, $106, all by Joseph Ribkoff. The amethyst necklace by Linda Kelly, $70, and Pandora mix and match purple drop earrings, $119, complement the ensemble. Courtesy of Designs Boutique in Fort Collins.

Gayle Wunder

My journey began on August 11, 2008 with a routine yearly mammogram, with a follow-up of five hours of ultrasounds, four biopsies, and a diagnosis on August 25 of invasive cancer in both breasts, four malignant tumors, with one possible metastatic lymph node tumor. I was told that only two percent of breast cancer patients have been known to have cancer in both breasts concurrently and that this was an unusually aggressive case. I was stunned by the news, but I chose to begin my research after I first spent the Labor Day weekend in Denver celebrating my birthday at a Rockies game with my children and grandchildren.

On September 2, I began my search for opinions, answers, and treatments. I met with Fort Collins specialists, Denver specialists, the University of Colorado team, and had contact with both the Mayo Clinic and UCLA Hospital. All doctors agreed that a bilateral mastectomy was the only option. I was given many options for treatment due to my health history and auto immune condition, as well as the concern that I had been scheduled for a shoulder replacement on September 2 at CU Hospital. I underwent a battery of tests including two MRI’s, a nuclear bone scan, PET/CT scans, genetic BRCA, colonoscopy, dental, pulmonary, and rheumatology evaluations. During these tests bone cancer was believed to be a possibility.

I was assured that my strong faith, my wonderful support group of family and friends, my positive attitude, and my sense of humor would guide me through these challenging times. I quickly became an activist and made the decision to reach out to all those that I could, hoping that my positive and knowledgeable insights would make a difference in finding a cure, early detection, digital mammograms, the BRCA gene test, determining at-risk women, support systems, and fundraisers. For three months, I sent group emails to over 150 contacts regarding my own health updates, cancer writings, and inspirational readings.

My thanks to First Presbyterian and the many prayer groups throughout my network of friends. My thanks to my physicians, physical therapists, patient navigators, and therapy instructors. Because of them, I consider myself a survivor. My thanks especially to John Vanderveen for being by my side throughout. My thanks for the joy my grandchildren have brought. My thanks to my family for the daily contacts. My thanks to so many special friends that provided food, rides, thoughtfulness, and fun. “Those who live in love live in God, and God lives in them” – 1 John 4:16.

My two younger sisters living in California have both been diagnosed with breast cancer since my diagnosis and each have had a mastectomy. They both pursued the high-risk program due to our family history. Donna’s cancer was found through an MRI and Linda’s through a digital mammogram that she requested soon after my surgery. My daughter, Kristin, is on a six-month checkup program alternating between the MRI with the digital mammogram. Both her grandmothers had double mastectomies.

Sexy is the word for Kim’s royal blue twist front sleeveless dress by Joseph Ribkoff, $179. The dress is brilliantly accented by this one-of-a-kind pearl and azurite necklace by Judy Barbour, $1,050. Courtesy of Designs Boutique in Fort Collins.

Kim Shore

I was diagnosed on November 6, 12 years ago! Instantly, I thought of my kids. Being a single parent since my youngest was three, the thought of not being there for them and with them, was inconceivable. When I saw the reaction on my son’s face when he found out . . . the fear and worry and he said, “what will happen to us?” I knew my fight was on and there was no question that I would have to beat this ugly disease.

My mom was my strength. She is the strongest person I know and would not let me get down or give up. She was and always has been there for me, the voice inside my head guiding me. My father and sisters where there for me as well, and God knows I couldn’t have done it without them. But it was my mother’s persistence, love, and companionship that got me through all of it.

Mark Twain wrote: “The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.” I wanted to live but I knew I needed to live fuller, better! I wanted to do so many things with my kids and for myself. I started taking more risks. My dear friend, Nancee, once gave me a birthday card that I hold dear. It said, “If you ask me how I want to live . . . I want to live LOUD!” I live pretty loud now. I moved to Fort Collins after my kids were grown and did not know one person. As a self-employed hairstylist, that is tough and kind of crazy. I realize that I am truly blessed because I have met some amazing people that have accepted, supported, and loved me here. I have been associated with some incredible people that have made such huge differences in people’s lives who have had cancer or are fighting for a cure.

Bekki Rainey, a fellow cosmetology instructor I worked with, came up with the idea to support education, for hairstylists and students, for the special needs of cancer patients. At the most esthetically challenging time in a women’s life, when she loses her hair and everything else that goes along with it, we as hairstylists are to be the “go to” people and need to have education and support. We saw a gap in our industry and did something about it. I was so lucky to be a part of that and meet incredible people in our industry that supported the idea: Modern Salon, Revlon Wings in New York, and most of all, the National Breast Cancer Coalition in Washington, D.C. They helped us influence legislation to support insurance companies covering the payment of wigs for cancer patients. The National Breast Cancer Coalition has the motto, “well behaved women rarely make history!” I feel that is so true when I look at those who are fighting for a cure and making changes. People like Lydia and her staff at Style Magazine truly live up to that saying. And I want to be a part of that!

Bonnie is dressed to the nines in this reversible quilted satin jacket in jewel tone print that reverses to a solid, $109, microfiber cami in fuchsia, $38, and Platinum denim slim leg jeans in black, $79. Her outfit is paired with a mixed metal and rhinestone belt, $72, beaded stretch bracelets, $32, silver cuff watch, $48, hammered silver necklace, $44, and silver hoop earrings, $20. Courtesy of Chico’s in Fort Collins.

Bonnie McBride-Berry

I discovered the mass in May 2008. My “official Doctor pronouncement” was given to me on Friday the Thirteenth. I was not in denial or shock. I said, “Ok, it is what it is. So where do we go from here? I have a life, family, friends, and things I need to do. I don’t have time for this bull****.” Dr Pettine laughed and we started planning.

I’ve been dealing with cancer in my family for over 40 years, so it wasn’t that big of a surprise. I lost my grandmother and favorite aunt to breast cancer. I also lost 11 friends in three years, so the question was never “Why me?” but, “Why NOT me?”  Did I want to have cancer? No, but I did so it was a matter of moving forward with the most information and best doctors available.

I was diagnosed at Stage III. Pretty scary. We did four rounds of pre-surgery chemotherapy, trying to shrink these huge masses. Four rounds later, they were smaller. I had a lumpectomy. The dates of my first few procedures are funny to me, but absolutely unforgettable: diagnosed Friday the 13th; first chemo July 4; first surgery 9/11!! For Real!

I chose oncologist Dr. Regina Brown, and immediately told her that if I could physically qualify for any kind of clinical trial, to sign me up. I may be helped by furthering these trials, but it could also help others later. I qualified for a trial drug with Mayo Clinic. I’ve been taking those pills in combination with infusion chemo and all the regular cancer treatments. Infusion was nearly every week for six months and I started radiation shortly thereafter. Thirty-four radiation rounds now over.

This journey has not been without its pitfalls and complications, ups and downs. I’ve always loved roller coasters and boy, I’ve been on the ride of my life! I’ve joked through most of this. Crying only gives me a headache and brings me down. So, I stay positive and keep joking around. With God in my life, and my stubborn Irish heritage, I’m not going without a good fight!

Early on, the drugs made me pretty sick for a while but we adjusted doses till we found a combo that mostly works and keeps me out of the bathroom. Normal food was a thing of the past and as of this printing, I’ve had four surgeries. But it does get better and I’m far healthier now.

My husband and I were getting a divorce when the cancer hit. We agreed to stay together for now for practical reasons. We still live in the same house, and sometimes it’s stressful, but it’s just the “downside of the roller coaster,” and this too shall pass.

Spiritually, I’ve always had an unshakeable faith. God did not “do this to me.” But I believe He did allow it to happen so I could become more focused, more centered, and along the way, share my story and perhaps inspire others who are struggling with cancer. This disease has put many wonderful people in my path. I met my beautiful friend, Diane Cahn, in the chemo room and we formed an immediate bond. She’s been diagnosed with cancer six different times. But like the Energizer Bunny, she keeps on going and I love her. She got me involved in Relay For Life of Fort Collins. What a great experience! And my small involvement with Hope Lives! has been another great blessing.

My grown kids, Jennifer, Tyler, and Tiffany, are the loves of my life. My best bud lives in Casper and calls to check on me and tell me jokes. My friends here in “The Fort” and in Casper have kept me in their prayers and often brought food. I’m privileged to call The Subdudes personal friends, and their music has sung me to sleep at my surgeries and kept me dancing after.

To the many foundations who have worked with me, and of course all my great doctors and their staffs, I’m still here and fighting because of all of you.

Some people say I have lots of scars. I only see “lifelines!” God bless you all. See you at the Hope Lives! Gala.

Shari looks gorgeous in this playful outfit of fun faux wrap top in a leopard and floral print by Alberto Makali, $166, and Margaret M black split skirt, $115. The quilted pink Brighton purse, $98, and Pandora breast cancer necklace and earrings are wonderful accents. Courtesy of Designs Boutique in Fort Collins.

Shari Robinson

On Christmas Day 2007, our entire family was over for the day and we had all been attempting to do pull ups on my son, Cole’s, pull up bar. Afterward, I felt a sharp pain in my right breast. That was when I felt a small lump. The next day, I went to the Healing Arts Medical Clinic, where my doctor scheduled me for a mammogram and a biopsy. I had to wait until January 4 to have this done (thank goodness, as this worked out great for insurance purposes). Although nothing was visible on the mammogram, when I went in for the ultrasound, I could see a mass on my right breast. I just had a feeling that it wasn’t good news.

My husband, Josh, had offered to go with me, but I told him not to come. At that moment, I had wished he was there with me and I had not come to this appointment alone. Everyone kept reassuring me that it was probably nothing, but deep down I knew. Sure enough, it wasn’t good news. On Monday, I went in for a biopsy and they told me that I had DCIS. They scheduled me for a lumpectomy on Friday, January 12. The surgery went well but, unfortunately, they found that the cancer was invasive and wanted to do a mastectomy the following Friday. On that Monday, we met with my oncologist, Dr. Sam. He told me that the cancer could have spread to my bone, my liver, or my brain and that tomorrow we would do a PET scan to determine if the cancer had spread. We were all on pins and needles waiting for the results. Thankfully, it was negative. At this point, I decided I would survive this journey and do it with a positive attitude.

Let’s talk about the “C” word . . . cancer. The word you never want to hear. That dreaded phone call, “I’m sorry but you have cancer.” When I got that call, it was the most devastating thing that had ever happened to me. No one ever thinks they will get cancer; it is easy to believe that it only happens to other people. Or to think that only people who have been exposed to some toxic dumpsite or Agent Orange get cancer, but in reality anyone can get cancer. Cancer doesn’t discriminate and, although since my diagnosis I have often thought of living the rest of my life in a big plastic bubble, at this point it just doesn’t seem feasible.

But through cancer, I have changed and become a stronger person. I have learned that cancer isn’t all bad. Cancer is a teacher. Cancer has taught me many things: that life is too short to sweat the small stuff; that without death, life would have no meaning; that material things really aren’t that important; to live each day; and to love unconditionally. My family and friends have definitely been my strength and my inspiration to live.

Robin’s flirty turquoise ruffle dress has great movement and a figure-flattering drape, by Frank Lyman Design, $186. The mirror detail choker, $42, adds a whimsical touch to the outfit. Courtesy of Lizzy’s At Julians in Fort Collins.

Robin Trujillo

A lump was discovered during my yearly exam in October and was confirmed to be breast cancer in November 2007. My first reaction was shock, “Did I hear correctly; this couldn’t be right.” I felt like I was in a fog. It took a bit before I could wrap my head around it all.

We stayed active and healthy prior to my diagnosis and we continued that regimen. Because of that, I feel this helped to conquer the physical pain that was caused by the chemo treatment faster. The pain was unbearable for a while, so a walk to the end of the block would be the extent of our exercise some days.

I feel this journey only increased the faith I already had. Emotionally, there were times I felt I could not continue on and it was during these times I relied heavily on my faith, family, and friends for support to get me to the next phase. I feel I could not have succeeded without all these components and I continue to feel blessed by it all.

In the beginning, I was a mess emotionally. I kept thinking it was a mistake, any day they would call me and tell me that. During my emotional down times, Dave was there at every turn to help me back up. In the beginning, it seemed like I couldn’t control the tears and fear no matter how strong spiritually I tried to be and didn’t want Dave or my family to know how out of control I felt.

I cannot express enough how my family, friends, doctors, nurses, and techs were always so uplifting, supportive, and caring. This was a big part of my recovery. My mom is my inspiration. She has overcome such adversity in her life and she always handles it with such strength and dignity. Dave continues to be my source of strength. During an exceptionally emotional day, I realized how difficult it was for him to sit back and not be able to “fix” this situation, and yet he gave and continues to give me the emotional, physical, and mental support I need. After the treatments are over, you become “afraid” of unknown pains or what ifs. Dave’s love and support keeps me feeling safe and grounded.

I was laid off from work towards the end of my treatments and the pain from the chemo was unbearable some days. If it was not for the support and wonderful people at Hope Lives! to help me receive the acupuncture treatments from Dr. Scott Blunk, and the lymphatic massages from Carol McDaniel, I feel my recovery from the pain would not have been as quick or as successful. I am truly grateful for such wonderful people and a great program. Thank you!