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3 Day - Day 3

2006-09-28T13:37:00.000-12:00

Day 3
5:30 am - Rise & Shine! I rolled out of my nice warm bed, filled my water bag to my backpack and choked down a waffle with peanut butter.

Nikki picked me up and we went to Kata's and picked her up. Once we were back at Camp, we parked in a neighboring bowling alley lot and hitched a ride on a sweep van back to the campsite. It had rained through the nite and the public areas were very muddy. We could see people up in Tent City breaking camp and putting their gear on all the semi trailers. Another benefit of going home the night before, Nikki had already broke camp and we took all our gear home the night before. We were traveling lightly for Day 3.

Once again, we each brought a different set of shoes for "just in case". This time, I brought my Crocs after giving them a cleaning before bed on Day 2. They had been demoted to lawn mowing only status. After seeing how happy Kata was with hers, I decided to promote my Crocs again.

Because of a rain delay we were about an hour off on our pace. But, because the closing ceremonies were set in stone, we really had to book it to make each pit stop before it closed. At our 2nd pit stop, the word on the street was that if we continued walking to lunch, we wouldn't make it in time. They began bussing people from Pit2 to lunch. They could tell people were disappointed about losing 2 miles, but a crew worker announced to us that with the distance from Tent City to the Mess Tent, and the trek from camp to the trail head each day, we would have actually logged near 64 miles. So we decided not to get hung up on the 2 miles, and took the bus ride to lunch in order to get there before they shut down.

Distance sidebar: Throughout the event walkers with GPS systems claim to have logged upwards of 4 extra miles on Day 1 and 8 extra miles on Day 2. If this calculation is correct, our mileage on Day 1 was closer to 25 than 21, and Day 2 would have been closer to 28 rather than 20. I've heard that the GPS systems aren't very reliable off road, and we did have many distances of trails in our route. I believe we walked more than our route cards said, but not to the extent that the various GPS systems were reporting. I think it is safe to say that Kata walked 62 miles, I walked 61.25, and Nikki walked 55 miles (though I believe closer to 57, as she broke camp for us and dragged our gear to the entrance of camp in at least 2 trips back and forth).

Nikki has the Day 3 picture at the trailhead with our 3 fingers up. I'll add it once I get it from her.

But once we made our peace with our ride to lunch, we settled into the back of the bus for a short but plush ride.

At lunch, I visited the medical tent asking about pain in the back of my knees (which I affectionately call my "knee pits"). The doctor at the tent explained to me that I was experiencing "pocket swelling". I asked what to do about it, and she said "you should stop what you are doing because what you are doing isn't normal. But if you want to finish this extreme event, I can give you a couple of tips". She said to use Biofreeze (like IcyHot) and wrap them. So Kata snagged a couple of Ace bandages from the med tent and wrapped my right knee.

We kept trudging along, slowly but surely. Nikki had recovered quite the spring in her step, due in large part to the duct tape she used to completely wrap her heels and other parts of her foot. I pretty much taped up my feet too.

Midway on Day 3, I stopped and had Kata wrap my left knee as well. I was lagging behind, but the girls would stop and wait for me to catch up for the rest of the route.

Our final pit stop was at the Survivors Park in KC's Country Club Plaza area. We knew at that point that we only had a couple of miles left. Somehow, we all (all walkers) developed a spring in our step and we picked up our pace.

As we neared Liberty Memorial (our final destination), the Blue Angels flew over and painted the Breast Cancer ribbon formation in the sky. They were practicing for their Air Show, and treated our event to a couple of sky ribbons. It was very cool.

As we walked into the Holding Area (where all walkers gathered until everyone was there), there were so many onlookers cheering us through the entrance. The path was lined with crew members cheering and high fiving us, and handing us beads to wear. It was very cool.

At the holding area, Nikki, Kata & I changed to our other shoes, (thank you, Crocs!) and got our Victory t-shirts. Here is a picture of the holding area mayhem.

Once family members were dismissed to the closing ceremony site, the walkers formed a tunnel for all the crew members to walk through on their way to the ceremony site. We cheered them like we've never cheered before. These people were amazing, and all that they did so that we could walk is truly impossible to put into words.

After the crew went in, the survivors gathered to walk in together. Their victory shirts were pink, and the rest of ours were navy blue. We applauded them, and then gathered for our final walk into the ceremony. We lined up in rows of 5 walkers. In addition to Nikki, Kata and I, we picked up a set of twins who had trained for the New York 3-day but had a major sponsor fall through at the last minute. After rallying more support, they were able to turn their attention to KC, and walked into the closing ceremonies arm in arm with us. This picture is a look back along the path, and provides a view (albeit weak view) of the number of walkers. Kata actually scored a better picture & I'll repost when it comes through.

I had found my parents and Grandmother in the holding area, and was looking out for them on the walk into the ceremonies. Here I catch my mom (green sweater) looking for me, and Dad with flowers. Grandma is standing in the white coat looking on.

After walking through the spectators, our final tunnel was lined by the crew again, giving us a shoe salute (holding up a shoe in the air). That was very cool and was about the moment that I felt the tears come.
Then, after we walked in and gathered by the stage, the crew walked in. We all took off a shoe and held a shoe salute for them. The crew was brought in based on their category of support. General support, Safety, and Medical. The thunderous support for the Medical team was quite noticibly a higher decibel level!
After the crew walked in, the survivors walked in. We all (crew and walkers) got down on a knee and held a shoe salute to the survivors.

And finally, I'll end this account with bookend pictures of the BreastFriends team self portraits from before Opening Ceremonies to after Closing Ceremonies.

3 Day - Day 2

2006-09-28T11:51:00.000-12:00

Day 2
Morning came waaay earlier than we wanted it to. I was the one responsible for the alarm clock for our little team of three, but ten minutes before my watch went off, the portalet doors began to slam, and a man in the next tent was seriously intent on hacking the phlem globber that was obviously bothering him. Good morning, Shawnee Mission Park! I unzipped my tent flap and practically rolled out due to a body that was telling me "forget it!".

We saddled up with all of our gear, and staggered to the Mess Tent. The coffee was brutal but effective. The eggs were hot, and I think there were bacon and bisquits, but I don't really remember. I just know that I practically folded the paper plate in half and funneled the food into my mouth. It's like my body knew it was in for another one, and I was just as ravenous in the morning as I was at each pit stop the previous day.

Here we are at the trail head for Day 2's route, looking like we have no idea what we are in for. And, we really had no idea what we were in for. We are holding up 2 fingers for documentation purposes. :)

Right out of the gate we began having problems. Nikki had spent some time in the medical tent at the end of day one getting some pretty hardcore blisters lanced. The relief is immediate, but the long term benefits are scarce. Her blisters grew blisters. She trudged on like a trooper, willing herself to the cheering station where our families would be waiting.

We began noticing at most pits stops, and especially at lunch, that people were shedding shoes & socks and old bandages right there on the ground where they had planted themselves to eat. If we weren't operating out of the bottom of Maslow's hierarchy of needs, we would have been thoroughly grossed out. But there we all sat, holding sandwiches with one hand, while using the other to intently examine blisters and other unsightly growths. The following pictures are blister documentation from lunch, Day 2:

Nikki's heals were her worst problem. This shows how her blisters grew blisters.

I grew a big fluid pocket smack on the bottom of my foot, but wrapped it before it broke. Managed to keep it in tact the rest of the event & it has since just faded away.

After I took the pictures of mine and Nikki's feet, I put my camera away. Kata protested, asking why I wasn't documenting her blister. I said, "Okay, Kata, I'll take a picture of your little pinkie toe blister. Let me zoom in". We had a good laugh, but those blisters on the outside edges of your feet can really hurt!

Once we reached the cheering station, Nikki was in pretty bad shape. Other than her blisters she would have been fine. But after a medical volunteer told me NOT to lance my blister (he said, "lancing causes more problems") we realized that Nikki may not have received the appropriate medical advice at the end of Day 1. So, after hugs & pictures with the families, she got into a sweep van and headed back to camp. She missed out on 9 miles of sheer hell.

Nikki with daughter Alex & son Owen at the cheeering station (mile 12.6). The sweep van waits for her in the background of the picture.

I was greeted by Jeremy, Sarajane & Julia. Brother-in-law Justin came too. Apparently we were slow enough pulling into the cheering station that my in-laws Jane & Everett had to give up on us and go on with their errands that day.

We were about 2 hours later than we wanted to be, but we were all slllloooooowww that day.

There were no more pictures for Day 2. The rest of the route was just Kata & I trudging along. We were barely pulling into pit stops before they closed. The heat was beating down, and we were on the "Pflumm Hills" part of the route that had become legend among Kansas City 3-Day veterans.

At one intersection, a man and his children had obviously spotted their mother about 15 people in front of Kata and I. They ran across the intersection to greet her, and the youngest (no more than four) just jumped into her mother's arms in tears. It made us all cry. So I'd say for a good mile, Kata and I (and others) just walked and cried and cried and walked.

My big problem on Day 2 was my bladder. I must have been hydrating appropriately, because I could barely make it from pit stop to pit stop. At one point, I waved down a sweep van to take me to the next pit stop. The waved back and indicated they would be back for me. I was only about .25 miles away from the next pit stop, but I had to GO! I waited and waited, and they didn't come. Finally, I just beat path to the pit stop, but I was MAD!

A sidebar on portalets: By late morning on day 2, I finally just planted my hiney on the portalet seats. By then, my quads were in NO shape to hover, and it was so nice to just sit, regardless of where it was. They were very clean portalets, but that wasn't my rationale. My rationale was the fact that I could get about 45 seconds of sleep while nature called. Literally.

5 and some-odd miles to go, and the blessed phone call came in. It was Nikki reporting from camp that the weather report didn't look good (tornado watches/warnings). The loudspeaker at camp was announcing that campers should put all gear in their tents and take charter busses to a nearby warehouse with their sleeping bags and pillows. Nikki was picking up some intel at camp that the warehouse wasn't air conditioned. We decided as a team that Nikki would break camp and pack us up while Kata and I finished. Nikki's husband would pick us up and deliver everyone to their homes for a good night's sleep. Then we'd drive back to camp and hook up with the warehouse victims and start Day 3 as planned.

Dang my bladder again! Once more, I stepped off the route and flagged down a sweep van. I told Kata that I was done for the day, and good luck. The van took me to the next (and last) pit stop so I could pee and hop on a charter to go back to camp. I sat on the portalet (fully) and told myself that I put in a good showing for the day, and it was okay to bail on the last 3.5 miles. Then, as I sat on the air conditioned bus waiting to go back to camp, I saw Kata walk into the pit stop. I mustered and rallied and got off the bus to rejoin Kata. She got doctored at the med tent for a while then switched to her crocs for the rest of the route. I was told by the sweep van driver that I had only lost .75 miles of the route by being swept where I did. Getting back on the road was the right thing to do.

At the onset of the day, we all packed our secondary shoes. Kata's were the traditional Crocs, and mine were just some Old Navy flip flops. I was so envious of Kata's crocs - it seemed like she was doing better in them than the tennis shoes. So I took off my tennis shoes and socks and donned my flip flops. Big mistake. So then I decided to try plain ol' barefoot. I thought about Barefoot Rick (www.barefootrunner.org) and how feet are naturally made to support our bodies, yadda yadda yadda. However, pine needles and black walnuts weren't part of nature's plan for my barefoot. So - the next variation was to put my socks on and walk barefoot with socks. That didn't last but 50 feet. I was appalled at how quickly my socks became dirty, and I love, love, LOVE my Wigwams. So my last various was Asian inspired, with socks & flip flops.

Sadly, none of these shod variations made it to film, but I thank Kata for her patience as I planted my butt on the ground time and time again in the last mile & a half to find something that would get me back to camp. About 1/2 a mile from camp, I finally put my tennis shoes back on, and realized it was my best option.

Jeff (Nikki's husband) picked us up at Camp and we drove through Taco Bell on the way home. We all inhaled our dinner wordlessly. I think some went through my nose, but that's okay. It made it to the same place.

Hit the hay (my own, with a tempurpedic mattress topper) at 9pm. The brutal Day 2 was officially over.

3 Day - Day 1

2006-09-27T01:51:00.000-12:00

Day 1
Our adventure began at 5:30 in the morning as we arrived at the Kansas Speedway before dawn. The music was playing, and there were volunteers who had formed a small casual tunnel that we walked through on our way to the semi trucks to dump our bags. We put our bags on our assigned semi & then went to the portalets to relieve our anxious bladders.

Right off the bat, Kata learned that you should leave your backpacks/fanny packs outside the portalet. She ended up dragging her mouthpiece to her camelpak in the urinal. GROSS!!! Nikki gave her some Purell, and she also doused it in water. Then she puckered up and sipped out of it. BRAVE!!! But, what's a girl to do? We hadn't even started our 60 miles, and the hydration would be crucial. Here's a picture of us in the early morning hours of Friday, waiting for the opening ceremonies to begin.
From left, Nikki, Kata & Laura

The opening ceremonies were cool, and there was a helicopter from the local news station that would swoop in and videotape some of the goings on. The ceremony ended with all the walkers funneling through a gated tunnel. It was pretty cool. Then, we were off! We walked outside the stadium area of the Speedway, then snaked back into the Speedway, where we did one of our first miles around the track led by the Pace Car. For those of you not familiar with racing (like me) I'll just explain that in Nascar races, the Pace Car leads all of the cars around the track to warm them up (at about 60 mph), then turns off and the competitive cars take off like a shot. So, the symbol here, was that the pace car led us around, then turned off at the end of the loop as we exited the Speedway and kicked off our 60 miles.

Us on our first mile, and the Pace Car.

So, our first day was pretty uneventful. We walked on a highway with a lane devoted just to us, we all three started wrapping our feet by lunch on day one, and we ended up at camp at Shawnee Mission Park. We camped on the parking field for Theater In the Park.

We did have a contingent of cheer support at the cheering station on Friday afternoon. Nikki's husband and kids came out, and so did Shelley & Tracy from my work.

I will say that each pit stop we came to, we (all the walkers) just gravitated right to the food tents and scooped up the energy snacks like the ravenous animals that we were. In fact, Kata kept stashing extra snacks in her backpack. We began teasing her about how she was provisioning like the woman in Terminator!

At one particular pit stop there was a man wearing a bra & ballet tutu, regaling us with chants as we waiting in line at the portalets. His chants were very much 'pro breast saving', and we had to get a picture with him. (Mom, I'm sorry you have to see this... hehe). One of our favorite chants was "Walk both Kansas Cities, to save your ti++ie$". You get the idea... He had a chant for every slang term a mammory could ever want to be called! But it was the lift our spirits needed toward the end of day 1.

The mobile showers were completely awesome (showering in a semi trailer with hot water is an unforgetable experience). The whole get-up should be featured on one of those "how'd they do that?" shows.

And at 8:45, we were snug in our tents in Tent City. 21.6 miles down.

A Successful Pizza Shoppe Fundraiser!

2006-08-11T15:09:00.000-12:00

Thanks to Charles from Pizza Shoppe, we had a great fundraiser! The evening went so well, we are going to do it again AUGUST 23rd!

Chris Selby kicked the night off with acoustic & electric guitar. A lot of his work was original and he wove some well known stuff in there too, such as Metallica & Green Day. The place was rockin'!

Velvey stopped by and played for a while too. Velvey does a lot of his own stuff and has a very unique finger style. He also adds his own percussion occasionally when he uses the guitar as a hand drum too! And, nothing beats Velvey's experimental harmonics.

Velvey on the left, Chris on the right.

Thanks to everyone who stopped by and supported us...

The Schiebers *** The Flynns & a Selby *** Brooke in the Pink Boa

Jeremy with Vicky's Tresyn *** Shelley & the Family *** Beverly & her brood

Fundraising Event - Save the Date(s)!

2006-07-03T00:42:00.000-12:00

Charles at Pizza Shoppe (127th & Metcalf) is going to partner with us for a couple of fundraising nights. I could tell when we talked that he sees the benefit beyond the additional profit, but was very quick to get on board a cancer fundraiser.

SO... the details are:
Wednesday, July 19th, 4pm - 9pm. Live music.
Wednesday, August 16th, 4pm - 9pm. Live music.

Should be fun! :) Hoping that this will bring Nikki and I up to our required minimum. But it's up to all you out there who know and love us. If you love us, EAT PIZZA!!!!

And, check out the Pizza Shoppe website at www.pizzashoppe.com. This website shares info related to all the locations, but Charles is associated with 127th & Metcalf as well as 127th & Pflumm.

We love you, Charles!!!!!!

Additional Training

2006-07-03T00:37:00.000-12:00

I don't think I've seen Kata in over two months!!! With the summer travel, etc., it's been hard to connect. But we only have 12 weeks left, so we need to kick it into high gear!

I finished the Adventure Decathalon at work, and came in 3rd! They finally awarded my bonus points (500!) and now I'm very close to being able to "purchase" the hot rocks therapy set. Yummy!

But a week or so after the decathlon was over, Velvey told me that I was depressed and agitated, and that I needed another interim goal. So I've committed to the Cruise The Campus 5K on the Sprint Campus August 26th. I started the Couch-to-5K training program that is 9 weeks long. I started week 5 today. So far, so good! I'd say I'm running a mile and a half total so far...

Got my new Mizunos. They are different than my Mizuno Nirvana Waves, but I love them just the same. They run narrow (a Mizuno thing) and I've definately found my shoe brand.

I don't know, but I've been told!

2006-04-27T10:58:00.000-12:00

Walking never gets too old!

Especially when you do it together! :)

Finally met Joann on a training walk put together by a fellow walker, Amy. (Who, by the way, seems to have boundless energy. She'll be fun to get to know over time...). Anyway, Joann is an awesome person. She has a lot of neat stories to tell and a life that hasn't been one bit boring!

I have been operating at about 60% lung capacity with a stupid cough that started from allergies, I'm sure. But Nikki dragged me through 5.13 miles last night, and she did 8.0 miles herself a couple of days ago!

My crosstraining efforts are fun, since it's the gym at work. Seem to run into people all the time - which at first freaked me out, but now I'm quite the gym rat. It's fun to see Velvey, Randy, Shelley, Chris, Pat, Justin, John, Aaron, Jenny and April.

Shelley and I signed up for the "Adventure Decathalon" at the gym. Basically, each week is a different challenge. We have made it through:
- The treadmill mile
- Pushups (my one to Shelley's 15).
- Rower (I kicked butt!)
- Sit-ups (I kicked butt again!)
- and this week is...... the treadwall. Basically an indoor rock climbing wall that continuously moves like a giant treadmill tipped on its end. We both discovered that we prefer the green holds best. ;) But my lung issue is definately a problem, and I think I'll be losing my 3rd place spot in my competition class of "Beginning Exerciser". She registered herself as a "Recreational Exerciser" and it totally holding her own there from week to week.

Haven't seen much of Kata, but that's because I've missed some training walks, and she has too. We haven't connected much lately. I might just have to drag her out for a coffee, totally separate from walking. Kata is a runner at heart anyway, so I think she's more prepared physically than any of us...

More later... my lats are hurting as I type. :)

New Member Puts BF06 Back On The Map!

2006-04-03T04:54:00.000-12:00

Welcome to the team, JoAnne!

Now that JoAnne has joined us, Team Breast Friends has risen back up to #5 in the team ranking for fundraising! Thanks, JoAnne!

Haven't had a chance to meet JoAnne or talk to her yet, but from the looks of her personal fundraising page, she has been through a lot and seems like a "silver-lining" kind of gal.

Check out JoAnne's fundraising page to read all about her and why she walks.

The Hearts of Children

2006-03-08T06:53:00.000-12:00

Sarajane helped me stuff thank-you note envelopes the other day. She will be 9 in April. It was such a good opportunity to talk about philanthropy, choosing a cause, breast cancer, and family. Her young mind is so open and she gets so enthusiastic.

She told me that she wants to donate a dollar out of each allowance she gets each week. I thought that was very sweet.

I'm glad that the funds our team raises will go to a good cause, but I'm also glad that we have this opportunity to set examples for our children and our community that demonstrate how important it is that we all rally up and support and care for one another...

2006-03-07T06:37:00.000-12:00

The three of us walked on Sunday morning. We were on a trail path (paved) that wound thru some woods and went under a few bridge overpasses. We passed a lot of runners and a couple of interesting folks....

One guy that we passed on both ends of our loop was power walking. I mean --- p-o-w-e-r walking! The hips, the crazy arms, everything. Reminded me of the flaming due from Seinfeld that stole the armoire from Kramer. This guy even looked like he had special shoes on just for power walking. I haven't seen that kind of walking in about 20 years! Richard Simmons - look out!!!

Another guy we passed was on his bike. He had two dogs on leashes that he was dragging along beside him. One was a Shepard of some sort, and the other was a miniature Pinscher, I'm pretty sure. The Pinscher was just doing his best to keep up, and he looked downright pissed. He wasn't having any fun at all. And the biker looked like he had his hands full - literally. It was a comical sight.

When we approached our home stretch, we had one more overpass to go under. But there was a random guy coming down off the road and inching his way under the overpass just ahead of us on the trail. He appeared to us to be weavy and unbalanced. Like he was drunk, maybe. So we altered our route and went over the road and back down on the trail. We kept looking for him to emerge, but we didn't see him. Which, who know what THAT could mean he was doing! But then when we were almost out of site of the bridge, out he pops walking with a small child! Best we could figure, he was lagging behind the kid and someone else.

Such a funny world we are in now that causes us to be so apprehensive about situations like that. I wish I could be unassuming again. But it's not worth it.

My most passive mother has suggested that I get some pepper spray. And when I walk from the gym to my car at night, I palm my padlock. Believe me, you don't want to tangle with my right hand flying at your cranium with a standard issue Master Lock knob-up!

Starting to get personal

2006-02-27T06:54:00.000-12:00

I'm starting to see the benefits of my mailer. The checks are starting to roll in. I am also seeing the benefits of good friends. My friend Kris has expanded my fundraising network and my funds have increase by $200 over 48 hours because of her!!! Plus Shelley at work has done the same thing. It is very humbling to get donations from people you don't even know... People really do come together for important causes.

Ironically, a very close friend has discovered a lump, and went for a mammogram & sonogram. They want to go ahead and do a biopsy. The timing is so uncanny... She makes jokes about walking with me with a do-rag in September. She is twisted and funny that way. But I really hope that it is not a reality in our future...

Buckeye & I logged over 6 miles on Sunday. I need to get better about the Achilles stretches. A little too sore for my comfort.

My "new" Why I Walk

2006-02-22T05:52:00.000-12:00

So, my fundraising letters went out a couple of weeks ago (and I'm still not seeing the benefits yet). But it has raised many conversations. You know, people talking about who they know who has survived breast cancer --- or not. And, my mother-in-law told me that my Aunt is a five-year survivor!

I had no idea. She was so quiet about it. Apparently she had a lumpectomy, though sizeable. And, she had radiation. So far, so good. No chemo.

So now I'm walking for Aunt Ruth. A wonderful woman who is poised, well-read (a retired librarian who shares a love of literature with me), and a great hostess who makes you feel quite at home in her house.

2006-02-13T07:26:00.000-12:00

Ok, so this is my first time blogging. I thought I'd give it a try since my awesome teammate set this up! I have been training (when I haven't been sick) for about 3 weeks now and last week was the first time I got really sore. We walked some hills and my butt was killing me for two days. It's better now though and I plan on working out tomorrow! I am really enthusiastic about the 3-day, but the fund-raising is hard. I have a hard time asking people for money. I guess I'd better get used to it!

Don't Wait

2006-02-12T01:25:00.000-12:00

My boss donated to my walk. He is hands-down the best leader I've ever worked for.

He was telling me about the woman he donated in honor of. Her name was Virginia. He was sharing very funny stories about how Virginia went on a campaign to try all the things in life that she had dreamed of but never took the time to do. His stories made her seem like a very funny and fresh personality. He says that she was a big influence in his decision to continue on to higher education after high school.

His stories made me wonder what is on my list. For sure I can think of two things that I want to do in life - and neither of them seem out of the realm of possible...
1. Raft into the Grand Canyon
2. See the Northern Lights (in person).

I don't even need a passport for either of those things! (Unless there isn't a direct flight from the Pacific Northwest into Alaska).

My parents got my fundraising letter this weekend. They seem very interested in my progress. It's kind of nice to experience. Mom reminded me that our Granny died of pancreatic cancer, but only because her breast cancer metasticized and spread. I remember her. She had red hair and a piano, and lots and lots and lots of crocheted doilies.

Why We Walk

2006-02-09T06:43:00.000-12:00

We are three gals from the Midwest training to walk the Breast Cancer 3-Day in Kansas City. Check our blog for occasional updates and anecdotes.

Did you know:
- More than 200,000 new cases of breast cancer will be diagnosed in the US this year and more than 40,000 American women and men will lose their lives to the disease.
- One woman is diagnosed with breast cancer every 3 minutes.
- Every 13 minutes, the disease claims another life in the US.

Visit the Breast Friends team page for more information about who we are, why we walk, and ways to donate to this important cause.