Hey there.

I’m fresh off the streets of Boston, sorry I didn’t get my arse here sooner.  I blog and tweet as MommaKiss…have been doing the anon thing since 2008. If anyone knows me in the real world, Hi! Just please don’t use my name here. Logistics, I know.

So my story – Rather, my connection to The 3 Day.  Back in September  of 2010 my very best friend “A” was diagnosed with Stage 3 Triple Negative breast cancer. She was 36.  Not married {God knows why, she’s a catch}, no kids. Her family is all pretty far away. They were present as much as they could be but it wasn’t possible to be there every day. So there were 3 of us friends who took over as local support.

We had a pity party to info dump. That was her word, she’s NOT one to accept pity – but the party was needed. What kind of cancer? What’s the next step? What are the numbers?  And since she doesn’t ever ask for help, we decided – Who’s hiring the cleaning lady? Who’s watering her plants? Who’s folding her laundry? Who’s taking her to a movie?

The other 2 girls are sort of sappy so my role was to be the realist and provide the humor.  I’m pretty good at making a fool of myself, my assignment was perfect.

A had a double mastectomy, 8 chemo treatments, 30+ radiation treatments. She lost her hair, we had a head shaving party.  She lost her boobs, we had champagne.  Through it all, she had the most positive attitude, I can’t even begin to tell you. Instead of asking “why me?” she proclaimed “Why NOT me?” Knowing she has the support of friends and family, health insurance, a very understanding boss. Not that that was needed, she only missed work for surgery.  But she felt lucky.

Hot ticket, right? Indeed.

Anyway, in January of 2011 I was on my way home from one of her chemo appointments and heard the commercial for the Komen walk in Boston. I signed up the minute I got home. I don’t know what made me do it, maybe “healthy person” guilt, whatever it was – I figured it was the least I could do. I’m healthy. I have a LOUD mouth. I’ll beg for donations and walk every single step of those 60 miles.

Then I started training ;) Heh.

I walked 2011 with an incredible woman named Poppy. It was hot. Africa Hot. And not easy. But we did it. And we walked For A.

This past weekend, the 2012 walk, I walked With A.

She’s almost done with her personal “cancer walk” getting tattoos on the tatas soon…and she’s had a crystal clear scan.

A has kicked cancer’s butt.  She’s doing so well.

But I will not stop fundraising and walking until Komen is out of business.

One step at a time.

Survivors who walked get that pink shirt. I'm so honored to be her friend.

Thanks y’all.


If you’d like to get in touch, e-mail me mommakiss02@gmail.com or DM me on the twitter.

One Response to @MommaKiss

  1. kscincotta says:

    I love that photo!

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