As much as this blog is about The Strap Saver, body image and bras, it’s also about life and the path to success. And much like the course of true love, it’s full of potholes and wrong turns. Life rarely turns out the way that we expect. I’ve been very private about something – and I thought it might be healthier for me if I shared. Maybe some of you can relate.
In March, my mom lost her battle with breast cancer. She was a wonderful, strong woman who was helpless against a terrible disease. It’s been a tough few months and it had been a rough year before that. Her health slowly declined and I did my best to see her as often as possible, even though she was 300 miles away. Although I cursed it at the time, I don’t regret a moment that I spent fighting traffic, waiting in airports or stuck on trains going to see her. Part of me still can’t believe she’s gone.
My mom was my biggest cheerleader. She thought I could do anything – well, not sing. Or be athletic. Or do a decent job on my own hair. (and she was right) – but just about anything else. She believed in The Strap Saver, too. She loved hearing stories of the progress and was so excited at every milestone. I launched the website while I was visiting her and she was thrilled as the number of visitors ticked up – even though we both knew it was only my friends. When the cancer spread and she lost her sight, I’d read her these blog entries myself.
Just as her joy in The Strap Saver propelled me to put energy into the business when she was at her worst, missing her is making it tough to get started again. But I also want to make this a success for myself, for her, for all of the people who are a part of the company and so that I can give back. I’d like to eventually start a foundation and donate some of our profits to breast cancer research. We can’t lose another beautiful woman to this disease. So I must move forward. It won’t be the same. I can’t call her with every little joy or to help me worry over the tough decisions. It’s an adjustment that we all have to make because (although I hate clichés) life must go on.
I don’t know what I believe happens after we die. Maybe she’s still here, maybe she’s not. If it seems like I’m talking to someone in particular in some of my blog posts from now on – just in case, I thought I’d let you know why.
Love you, Mom!