Breast Cancer: My story to remember

After the crazy lunch rush, I was the only checker open and cleaning my checkstand when a woman in her mid 50s comes in my line. She’s petite and wore a light blue dress with shoes to match. After ringing up her items, I asked her if she would like to round up her change for breast cancer research, she paused and then said, “I’m proud of you.” I was a bit taken back and I asked her what she meant, she was pleased to know that young people are promoting breast cancer awareness and then she said “I’m a survivor.” As she was telling me her story, the line started to build up with, all men. Her mother died of breast cancer when was she was a child and now her sister is battling it as well, she said her sister is fortunate that she has gone through the experience so she can help her cope with the cancer. She spoke for what seemed to be about 5-7 minutes and in the checkstand that is considered a long time. I didn’t bother calling for another checker nor did any of the customers behind her complained. We just listened. After she left, a chain reaction occurred, everyone who was behind her offered to donate between 5-10 dollars. One guy wanted to put back his skinny cow ice cream so he can donate a couple dollars and another guy said, “We all have a mom man, we should all donate.” Amen.