TuTu Luncheon was an epic day for us at The Auto Doctor
October 13, 2016
The Auto and Tire Doctor is jumping in TUTU's first! We are here to support our own Cindy Lain, 9year breast cancer survivor, and all those affected by this disease. Wont you help us pay it forward? No donation is too small, and no amount of awareness is too large. It's amazing the impact of a "one size fits all" tutu can have on the world. So throw that tutu on and , take a picture and help spread the word! A donation is icing on the cake. A click of the button to the right is a step in the right direction for helping us help others.
Have a TUTU FABULOUS DAY!
It is the struggles in life that make us who we are, they help us grow and make us strong. Some struggles I have felt like I could have done without, but I am so happy to be who and where I am. The day I heard the words "I'm sorry Cindy it is cancer." was one of those days that I will never forget. My children were laughing and watching TV in the other room while I stood at the sink rewashing the same dish waiting for the phone to ring. When it rang I answered and in hearing the Doctor's voice I quickly moved to my bedroom. My little girl noticed me leave the room and followed. I listened to the Doctors words "...it's cancer." The tears came very quickly and I honestly didn't hear much else that he said after that, but I thanked him and when I turned around, there was my Jenna, my sweet little girl looking up at me tearing up as well. She said, "you have cancer don't you mama?" I nodded and we just held each other for a long while. That memory all these years still brings me to tears.
That was the beginning of a long road. Within 2 chemo treatments my hair began falling out in large chunks and I couldn't put it off any longer. I climbed into the dry tub after putting my kids to bed and shaved it off. Seeing my hair fall around me was hard. I cried silently in the tub, but once again there was my little one standing in the doorway of the bathroom. She ran to me screaming "I don't want you to be sad mama!" and she threw her arms around me. I had to gather my strength and comfort my girl. I climbed out of the tub, threw on a hat and scooped her up. I assured her that I was fine and all would be well. We knew this would happen, but the truth was that now I looked like a cancer patient. I snuggled up with her that night.
Total treatment would be 5 surgeries, 20 weeks of chemotherapy and over a year of infusion, tests and shots. The loss of my right breast was hard, but the Chemo therapy was even harder. Imagine a room of recliners, all of them full with brave souls fighting, yet their battle has them worn. IV tubes attached to all and many are sleeping from the medication in the tubes or just plain exhaustion. Some have companions holding their hand. Some of us sit alone. Some with the drain tubes still attached from the most recent surgery. You make friends in that room, and you don’t know if your friends will be back next week or not, but you are always hopeful. You know the next few days will be tough and you will struggle to get out of bed, eat, and just function, let alone take care of your family and go to work. Yet you have to fight, you have to survive! The support and love that you have during these days and beyond make a world of difference in those dark days.
I have been in that room and the memories of the surgeries, the chemo, the friends lost, the patches of hair in the shower, the look on my children’s faces…all of it, are very clear to me still, 9 years later. Surviving and thriving after cancer is a gift I was given. It was my Nuclear Nurse Chris who really sparked something in me when she asked me one day if I ever asked myself, "Why me?" I told her no. She said she believed I was going through this because I was to do something with my experience. I was supposed to help someone else or many others. I love that thought. My cancer did change me for the better. have a new lease on life, a deep inner joy like never before and an undying passion to create awareness and do what I can to educate and fundraise to help other women and men struggling with their diagnosis or treatment. I have discovered the gifts that cancer gave me and I want to pay it forward.
When I read the DARE 2 TUTU story, I was deeply touched by the love and sincere gift of laughter that Bob Carey wanted to share with his wife Linda and friends in the Chemo room. I have heard the sound of laughter there and it shines so bright that you momentarily forget the pain and just have to laugh along.
My coworkers and friends have helped me embrace this project! I work with the most amazing men and women at The Auto Doctor in Truckee, California. When asked to throw on a TuTu to help promote Breast Cancer awareness, they didn’t hesitate. My friends had the same reaction! I am one blessed survivor and so proud to work with such an amazing team.