As a teenager, I used to dress in pink for spirit weeks and games at school. I'd go with my friends to Paint the Town Pink, pink out volleyball and football games, and I thought I was the bee's knees for it. Little did I realize the true meaning behind wearing pink until I was 16 years old.

When I was little, my family talked often of my grandmother (my mom's mom) who died from breast cancer before I was born. Then, a reality hit our family once again. The doctors told us that my mom had breast cancer as well. The meaning of "I wear pink" took a new meaning for me.

I now wear pink because my mom fought and survived a battle with one of the most common cancers in women. I now wear pink because I realize what tolls breast cancer, chemo, and other treatments take on a family. I now wear pink because I support my mom in her walk of life. While my mom stays in complete remission, the toll still stands on her body. She's so extremely strong and a fighter, but she can't do a lot of the activities she's always loved doing all her life.

As a mom of three and a MiMi of three, she does her best to catch up, but cancer sucks. It takes tolls on your body that you would never imagine. I can't write personally for her, but I have watched her through her battle and survival. She's struggled. She's been frustrated. She's wanted to just give up. BUT she continued fighting, and in the times when she couldn't fight, those are the moments I stood tall in pink.