Wanna Terry



My sister is 42 years young. Her Stage II Breast Cancer diagnosis shook the entire family. She is the youngest of 5. We recieved the news in winter – the season when we celebrate all of our birthdays. We are all sad, stressed, prayerful, hopeful, worried and blessed – all at the same time. I am her primary caregiver. I wear that title with honor. While I know I cannot control this heinous disease, I spend all my waking hours doing for her and thinking about how I can *fix* it. I simply cannot imagine my life without her. She might as well be my baby.