Mom’s Got Glam! And we want to hear about it. Moms we want to find out your tips, style secrets, and personal advice, on how to look and feel better following cancer surgery and treatment.

I have never been a fan of the term “bucket list.”   I began to like it even less when I was staring down my cancer diagnosis.  During the long days of treatment though, at times it was impossible not to think about what you wished you had done before cancer reared its ugly head.

The picture on the left is what I looked like prior to my breast cancer diagnosis. The picture on the right (still me) was shot three months later. By then, I had undergone a double mastectomy and was in the midst of my chemotherapy.

My mother Gloria, who battled Lung Cancer, used to say,  “Cancer is a thief.  It robs you of so much. “   Ten years later, I found myself voicing these same words as I dealt with the day-to-day reality of my own treatment for Breast Cancer.  

Shortly following my diagnosis, I underwent a double mastectomy and chemotherapy.  I became bald, breast-less, and twenty pounds heavier from treatment.  I was thrown into early menopause (chemo-pause as I like to say) with skin that was dry, pale, and ultra sun-sensitive.  It was soul destroying.

This outstanding moment captured so beautifully is Leticia Croft-Holguin and her son Sam.  A mother of two boys, ages 9 and 2, Leticia’s entry was the People’s Pick winner in our Mother’s Day- Mom’s Got Glam Contest.   Here’s a little bit about her…

Today is an exciting day for Cancer Be Glammed.   We are announcing the winners of our first Mother’s Day Contest, Mom’s Got Glam! Drum roll please-

This April marks the fourth anniversary of my treatment for Breast Cancer. As I sat in my chair receiving chemo my outlook on the world was small.   My concerns were narrow in focus and immediate.  They mainly dealt with the day-to-day, even the moment to moment, centering around how I would feel, how my family would cope and most of all constantly worrying the question– would I be well?

Today is my birthday. In the midst of finals, school picnics, graduations, camp shopping, intense (and often loud) summer family planning, June 24th only becomes real to me as the camp bus filled with my kids (and way too much luggage) turns and fades out of sight.