Tuesday, December 15, 2015

A New Journey

Benjamin and I on my last day at DHS

Yesterday I told my husband, " my life, our life,  seems to have just gotten a whole lot more simple or maybe a bit more complicated";-). Either way I am  100% certain I am walking in God's will.

A few months ago a dear friend asked me to lunch. I expected to talk about T. Teal's upcoming Community Care Pack Party or a few other events on the agenda, but quickly learned there was something else on her agenda. Before we got to that, however, I told my friend and staunch T. Teal supporter about the things God had been talking to me about and how He woke me up one night with a very clear nudge, "Tarah have you dedicated T. Teal to me? I know you do this for me, but is it mine?" My reply as I quickly arose startled from what I thought was a dream, "yes Lord it is yours, you can have all of it and I dedicate every care pack, every gas card, every grocery card, every Brave Shave, and every life touched through it to you. It is yours".

As we both pondered over what could've been an insignificant night of sleep, I continued saying " I am not sure what all God is going to do with T. Teal, but it's His do what he chooses". With tear filled eyes my friend leaned across the table and asked, "what would it take for you to do T. Teal full-time?". My first reply, "well probably a salary", and without hesitation she said, "that's exactly what I am asking!".

The tears that started during the story of dedicating T. Teal became a river as I realized the magnitude of this question, and right on time fear struck my heart, along with worry, insecurity, and doubt. I left lunch with the offer on the table, asking for time to figure out finances, insurance, and to pray.

Needless to say there were a lot of prayers sent up, more worry, more doubt, and all mingled in with excitement of the opportunity. Very clearly I asked God what I should do and what was His will, and very clearly I received the answer, signs if you will, to go, this was His doing.

Ben and I scheduled dinner with our friends and with a T. Teal business plan in hand the four of us discussed logistics. We learned these friends felt compelled  to not only front a lot of their own money, but planned to  approach friends and colleagues to create a salary fund for a full-time Executive Director position over the next three years.( I want to be clear! The salary I will be given from "T. Teal" will not come from any donations, T-shirt sales, fundraising etc. The money given by friends and supporters for the salary fund is given as an earmarked donation and kept separately from all other T. Teal accounts).

I am beyond excited for this new adventure and opportunity to expand T. Teal's outreach and impact, however, with this new adventure comes the closing of a significant chapter in my life. Yesterday I walked out of the DHS Child Welfare State Office for the last time. My career and calling for the last 9 years has been with DHS Child Welfare, which was my first job right out of college. I will cherish the lasting friendships I made during my time with the state, and reminisce on stories of the field and the clients I was able to impact during my time there.

So you can see how my life may have gotten a lot simpler, and yet more complicated as I seek to grow the grassroots organization that began during my own fight with Cancer. In closing I must say, I don't go forward in this new journey without fear, but as Joshua 1:9 reminds me, " Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous for the Lord your God is with you.

Will you pray with me for God's will to continue to be done, and to be with all of us who seek to spread His Light and Hope  to many fighting cancer?

Much Love,


Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Tenaciously Teal grew from my love of spreading hope and kindness through care packs given to those next to me in the chemo room. However, with significant growth it has been tough to pass out care packs myself, but this morning I was able to return to something I truly love.

 After loading almost 40 care packs into the T. Teal wagon I waited to get on the elevator and head to the chemo infusion room.  As the door opened I locked eyes with an elderly man, in worn overalls, sitting in a wheelchair pushed by his wife. I immediately saw the signs of treatment that weighed heavy on his brow and I asked if he'd just come from chemo. His head turned down as he shook it in defeat, and his wife informed me his platelets were too low to receive treatment. I know the discouragement that comes from being turned away from chemo, and concern that without chemo the cancer may have opportunity to continue growing.

I looked back at this tough looking man whose head now hung in defeat, and noticed he had shed a single tear that was rolling down his cheek. I immediately grabbed a care pack from our wagon, and told him I wanted to give him something. He looked up and when he saw the gift and Bible verse written on the the brown paper sack he began to cry, and the one tear became many as he reached out and took the gift from my hands. He told me he had been fighting lung cancer for three years but it's now in his brain, and still weeping, he said “This is the third year I am not going to get to enjoy Thanksgiving”. 

My heart broke even more for him, so somewhat timidly I asked if I could pray with him. There in the middle of the lobby, in front of the elevators that continued to ding for those waiting, I grabbed his hand, bowed my head, and began to pray for William. I prayed he would have peace, feel God’s strength, be surrounded by angels, feel joy from the Holy Spirit, have an appetite, and enjoy ultimately enjoy Thanksgiving! As I said amen Williams rough hands from seemingly years of hard work squeezed mine tightly and he thanked me through tear filled eyes.  After the prayer he began looking through his care pack and with excitement exclaimed “wow this stuff is fantastic”, and then his wife followed saying, “he will be talking about this the whole way home”!

What is the moral of the story? First, prayer is always the right thing to do when it feels like there is nothing you can do. Second, this Thanksgiving don’t complain about the food, your plans, family, or when something doesn’t go just right. Instead wake up and be thankful for anything and everything, because someone like William is just fighting to survive and has one wish, to enjoy Thanksgiving! 

Thursday, September 10, 2015

"Embrace unfairness with an advocate’s heart" by Charlotte Lankard

"“Embrace unfairness” is a phrase I read in a New York Times interview in the business section.  I know people who are doing that in Oklahoma City -- one is a young woman names Tarah Warren and the University of Oklahoma Stephenson Cancer Center Board of Advocates."...

Please click on the link below to read the whole story.


Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Guest Blogger: Becky Durkin

Author Becky Durkin at the
National Ovarian Cancer Alliance Conference
in her T.Teal tank.

Saturday, September 5, 2015

Thirty Years Later  

The title of my book, Chemo on the Rocks: My Great Alaskan Misadventure, pretty much sums up the years leading up to diagnosis, and the aftermath of surviving a brutal disease while living in Ketchikan, Alaska. Humor rules the pages and I’m grateful I was one of the fortunate ones who can call ovarian cancer a footnote to a much longer story.

I’ve never felt comfortable with the survivor label, but today I’m wearing a T-shirt that states that beautifully, in an understated font surrounded by flowers.  I guess after 30 years it’s time to acknowledge that my “survival” is a helluva feat.

I recently exhibited my book at a conference where the main focus was ovarian cancer. The attendees were cancer survivors, spouses, family, friends, physicians, and pharmacological folks. We were provided a pin that says _ xx__ year survivor. I was reluctant to place a number in the blank space, as it was obvious by some flashy headscarves and sporty short hairstyles that some women were in the throes of the fight. There’d been some buzz about the woman who was 30 years post ovarian cancer, who’d had children after chemo.

“Go talk with her, she’s down there, selling her book. It’s amazing.” They weren’t referring to my amazing book. They were referring to my beating heart.

I was unprepared to have a number—apparently a big significant number—be the focus. The budding, and necessary, mini-marketer in me thought I better change the tagline quick, from “misadventure” to “30 year survivor”. These folks were hungry for hope. My very presence was inspiration to them. Some were experiencing cancer for the first time. Some were experiencing multiple recurrences. There I sat looking all pretty with my healthy red hair, with cancer so far behind me, while women hugged and thanked me for giving them confidence that they could beat the malignant monster inside them too. I will be forever humbled by that experience. It’s hard to go there—to be reminded that all I hold dear could never have been realized. To be defined by one number of 30 years, and another do-not-exceed number of 35, which is a cancer antigen blood test indicator of a possible recurrence.

One lovely and spunky woman asked me, “Becky, do you ever forget? Is there ever a day or a time you forget about the cancer?” The simple answer is no. And I don’t want to. It’s a part of me—this illness that has been silent in me for a while. It has jumped out from behind dark corners a few times, thrown my life in a tailspin, demanded CT Scans, and more than my yearly blood test to make sure the number is not over 35.

Cancer could happen again. I suppose the odds are higher, based on my health history, but I will not be defined by a what if, not when I’m having more fun experiencing what’s next.  
I love to laugh—to find humor in the absurd. I experience and often create a lot of absurd, so laughter’s prevailing winds usually keep me safe, and sane. Surviving a major illness, however, does not shield one from foibles for the rest of their life, and like everyone else, I experience headaches, heartaches, and life’s joys and sorrows. In a bizarre way, cancer, while taking so much from me, provided me the ability to be a compassionate, empathetic woman, and sometimes fearless in sharing with others how I feel.  I mean, what’s the worst that can happen? I’m pretty sure that cancer toughened me up enough to fight again, should that be necessary.

I’ll be 54 this week. My body sort of feels the years, but in so many ways I’m still that young woman who took a detour at the age of 24 and is just now realizing her strength. I’ll celebrate in my “survivor” shirt that I bought from the spunky woman at the conference who challenged me to own my survival.

Thursday, September 3, 2015

OKC Yogafest 2015

T. Teal booth, shirts, and
photos of the journey
I was honored when the founder of Yogafest, Christina Forth, approached me about making T. Teal the benefactor of OKC Yogafest 2015. Christina told me that "giving back" is a primary principle of yoga, and so it was important to her that each year the OKC yoga community gave back to a special cause.

Christina and I instantly connected over our love of yoga! My love for yoga runs deep, although I am not the most graceful or well-trained, I believe my yoga practice was one important aspect that supported me in my fight against stage IV Ovarian Cancer. Most days, during my 16 months of treatment, I used yoga to help me mediate, relax, and maintain some strength.

OKC Yogafest 2015, was a great showcase of the principles and practice that guide many in their ability to navigate the stressful circumstances life has to offer. In addition, through the generosity of many and selling our T. Teal shirts we raised more funds to keep spreading hope to patients fighting cancer. Furthermore, many from the community came out to support the cause, grow and increase their practice, and showcase their art. OKC Yogafest had everything from acupuncture, food trucks, classes for all levels,Kidz Yoga Fairy Tent, and many fun vendors. Maybe the best part of OKC Yogafest, however, was the sense of community and acceptance felt by all in attendance. Whether you are just beginning your practice or you've already found the benefits of incorporating yoga into your daily life, there is something for everyone at OKC Yogafest!

Saturday, August 29, 2015

Farmers Corporate Care Packing Party

I was very excited when the Farmers Corporate Office invited me to speak at their Women's Inclusion Network event.  I was asked to share my story of battling Stage IV Ovarian Cancer, and how I used such a terrible disease as a catalyst to spread hope to those around me through the non-profit I founded during my treatment, Tenaciously Teal. In addition,  as part of the speaking engagement the Farmers employees hosted a Care Pack Party, and raised almost $1,000 to make over 50 Cancer Care Packs for patients fighting all types of cancer.

Like many, the Farmers employees were astonished to learn how countless individuals are out there fighting such a terrible disease with very little support or financial stability to afford going back and forth to treatment. Furthermore, no matter your socioeconomic status or the amount of friends you have Cancer is tough, and there is a lot of darkness associated with fighting the disease. A Cancer Care Pack gives fighters hope.

The Care Packs made by Farmers contained many things patients need throughout treatment, and each one contained a handmade card with handwritten notes and inspiring quotes. In addition, they all included a gas card for those drives back and forth to treatment. Following the Care Pack Party I had plans to take my grandmother to lunch for her birthday. One of her favorite things to do is to go on our monthly "Care Pack Runs", so I asked if she wanted to deliver some of the packs made at the Farmers event. Without hesitation she jumped on the opportunity with excitement. We were both so glad we went that day, because we came across three individuals in particular who were nearing the end of their fight, and appeared to be struggling. Everyone was overjoyed upon receiving the Care Packs and one individual even cried when they found the gas card saying, "  You have no idea how much I needed this, and what an answer to prayer you are". Finally, we met an 88yro women fighting cancer who had her niece by her side for support. When we gave her the Care Pack and the niece began to cry. She said, " This Care Pack was such a blessing, we were having a pretty tough day". Her aunt followed up by saying, "This token of love means so much. I have had the hardest two days and have been feeling very depressed, but this Care Pack changed everything".

We truly have no idea what our simple acts of kindness mean to others, and how it can change a dark day into a bright one! Thank you Farmers for inviting me to speak at your event, and all your hard work on the Care Pack Party!

Friday, August 7, 2015

Why I Should've Shaved My Hair Before it Landed on My Pillow

Thank you Cindy for sharing your hair loss story on our blog in support of our Brave Shave services for anyone facing hair loss to treatment.

 Here's Cindy's story..

Nineteen year ago, I, like so many of you, got the devastating news, " I have Cancer". I was diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer and had an immediate hysterectomy. I was also told by my oncologist that I would go through chemotherapy and I would lose my hair.

I, being a vein women, whom liked her hair, found that to be as big of a loss as hearing the words   "You have Cancer". What would I look like without hair? What would my husband and children think when they saw me? What was this all doing to my life? So many questions raced through my head.

I began chemotherapy, and chose not to cut my hair. After round one, I didn't lose my hair and I thought "this isn't going to happen to me, maybe it won't fall out". After round two I began seeing hair in my brush. It was a Saturday morning and I woke up to a pillow covered with hair. My hairdresser was out of town, and I was devastated.

After many tears and panic, my husband call my sister and she called Anne of Anne's Wig Shop. She was very kind and met met at 8:30 AM to shave my head. As sad as I was there was a huge since of
relief, and now I could concentrate on my health and not my hair.

When I came home my family was sitting there and the first thing they did was rub my head. It was an amazing feeling to know they loved me for me and not my hair.

I wish there had been something like a Tenaciously Teal Brave Shave so many years ago. It would have been comforting to have a party planned by a group that had experienced what I was going through, and had advice for me going forward, which would've been one less thing to worry about.

The gift of a Brave Shave from Tenaciously Teal is something everyone should embrace to give you the freedom to take care of your health. T. Teal you are angels for throwing and sponsoring these parties for those facing hair loss to treatment!

My priest told me something so profound. He said, "take care of your health and focus on getting well and God will give you your hair back when the time is ready".

May each and everyone of you be healthy and live this beautiful life we are given to the fullest. I realized that the blessing of living and fighting to be CANCER FREE is much bigger than our hair.

God's Blessings,


*If you are interested in a Brave Shave email us at tenaciouslyteal@gmail.com. We provide venue, stylist, and appetizers, along with a cool shirt that represents your courage in shaving your head. You can also have your own personal stylist do the honors or we can come to your home. However you want to face hair loss with courage is awesome, we just want to support you!

Check Out a T. Teal Brave Shave Here

Thursday, July 16, 2015

The Story of Zac Stice

This is the story of Zac Stice.
No doubt a cancer diagnosis is a life changer, your schedule changes, your family has to make changes, you may even have to travel regularly or move to a different area. But it doesn't all have to be negative. I was diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer in December of 2013. At the time I was an engineer working in research and development, a husband of 2 years and father of a beautiful 1 year old son. Needless to say the news changed a lot of our plans. I had a port installed in my left chest on Christmas Eve by a fantastic surgeon and then started a chemotherapy protocol on January 3, 2014 in Tulsa at St. John's. After a few treatments there I started researching the best opportunities for me which eventually led me to a great Oncologist at Stephenson Cancer Center. Fortunately my job allowed me to pick up and move to the Oklahoma City area to pursue treatment there. The best advice I can give is to advocate for yourself, find a treatment plan and facility that works for your specific case, then find balance in your life. Do not let the treatment control your schedule any more than necessary, continue to be active, keep your routine as well as possible, your body needs to stay strong.

No matter the diagnosis it's important to keep a positive attitude through it all and try to find the positives in your new lifestyle. Beyond being a disease it is more importantly a unique life experience that you get to endure and you should take the time to learn about it, and make the effort to be educated about your condition and treatment. More importantly develop the empathy for what the people around you are going through and how you can do little things to make others lives better.

Zac Stice

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Goodbyes Are Never Easy

I just got home from one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.

We all know death is synonymous with cancer, but when you see a good person and friend suffering at the end of their fight it feels even more like an atrocity.

In early 2013, during my chemotherapy  I began distributing Cancer Care Packs to patients in the chemo room fighting beside me. During one of those"Care Pack Runs" I met Zac and his mom. Zac was my age, just barely 30, and fighting colon cancer that had metastasized to his liver. Zac and I connected through our shared struggle of battling cancer at a young age, and I grew particularly close to his mother who I loved through prayer and frequent conversation.

This past Monday I received word that Zac was put on Hospice. As I left the Cancer center today, where Zac and I first met, I received a text from his mother stating  Hospice said he was fading  fast, and asked if I would come to see him. My strength and FAITH immediately felt faulty, and I was overcome with emotions, anger, and grief.

During my 45 minute drive to Norman I prayed for strength. I wanted to be strong for Zac and his family as they'd shown such grace and strength through a very unfair situation. No amount of prayer, however, can prepare you for the first time you lay eyes on a friend who is very near death. Zac had gotten so bad so quickly, and at that moment I almost wasn't sure what to say.

I had stopped on the way down to buy Zac a "Clinging Cross". It is something I used during my own suffering, and made to easily grip in your hands. It also comes with a poem...

"When my mind is fuzzy and eyes filled with tears, I will think about your suffering Lord and now that you are near". When I recited those words Zac quietly said, "boy I need to hear that".

As I placed the cross in Zac's frail hand and gripped it tightly between mine I began to do the only thing I could, pray...

"Lord you are limitless, you are not bound by death, or cancer, or any trial we face on this Earth. Lord you love my friend Zac, and have promised him a Heaven that is so perfect it is beyond comprehension, and our wildest dreams. Lord, you overcame death on the cross, and the evil that thought it had won when you were crucified, dead, and buried. You conquered death and rose again, promising to go before us and make a place for all who believe in you, and ask for forgiveness. Lord be near Zac, send your best angels to bring Him into your presence. His fight has inspired many".

Until we meet again someday Zac!


These are just the beginning of all that he does, merely a whisper of his power. Who, then, can comprehend the Thunder of His Power? Job 26:14

Saturday, May 23, 2015

Tarah Warren

My name is Tarah Warren, and I’m a Stage IV Ovarian Cancer Survivor. I was diagnosed with metastasized Ovarian Cancer in November of 2012, and since then endured two surgeries and sixteen months of chemo. Everybody knows cancer is a strenuous and excruciating battle, but you don’t truly understand the strength it takes to keep fighting until you are in the midst of the battle. After two surgeries my oncologist directed me to Intraperitoneal Chemotherapy, which she said could double my life expectancy. The only problem, it’s much more intensive and nausea inducing because they pump the chemo directly into your abdomen through a port tied to your rib. During my chemo the effort it took to open doors, or just get out of bed was almost more than what’d become my 90lb frame could endure. Despite the rigorous and painful battle, each day I made a conscious effort to fight the cancer with all the tenacity I could, and I was blessed with prayers and support from many around the country who reminded me of my cancer slogan “Fight Like a Girl”!
I’m now a year out of chemo, cancer free, and proud to say the Director and Founder of a 501c3, OKC based charity, Tenaciously Teal (T. Teal). T. Teal is a Non-Profit dedicated to meeting the needs of cancer fighters through gas/meal cards, distributing Cancer Care Packs, and throwing private Brave Shave parties for those facing hair loss to cancer treatment. T. Teal grew out of my desire to spread hope and light to many I observed who were in the midst of darkness, a good description for a cancer battle. T. Teal evolved over time, but started with a Tenaciously Teal blogspot where I wrote about life, God, and Cancer. Teal is the color for Ovarian Cancer Awareness a color intended to bring awareness to a disease 1 and 73 women will be diagnosed with in their lifetime. After my second surgery, I spent a week in the hospital, and was encouraged to walk as much as I could. While I perused the hallways to maintain my strength, I was in awe of how many people around me who were grappling with a cancer diagnosis. A poignant moment in my fight was the realization many were battling with little to NO support, which is when I became determined to spread hope in a tangible way.
During my chemo treatment I started bringing a few “Cancer Care Packs” to patients I came across who were in need. I sold many teal bracelets and t-shirts, and used the money to purchase items to put in the Care Packs. A Care Pack included things I utilized during my own fight; hand sanitizer, protein bars, Kleenex, chapstick, green tea, warm/fuzzy socks, journals/ puzzle books etc. What started as a few Care Packs quickly grew to 40-50 each time I went to chemo. T. Teal now distributes Cancer Care Packs at six metro infusion/radiation centers, and we’ve mailed over 100 Cancer Care Packs to fighters across the U.S. In addition, T. Teal gave $4,000 in gas and meal cards to patients identified as being in need in 2014, and we’ve given out over 1,000 Cancer Care Packs. I believe the most meaningful thing you can do in this life is be kind to others, and do unto others as you’d want them to do for you, if one day you found yourself in the midst of darkness. And one more thing..Fight Like a Girl!!
For more information go to:  www.tteal.org

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

T. Teal and Beauti on The Go

I met the lovely and vivacious Brandi, Creative Director of Beauti on the Go when her team did hair and make-up for my best friend's wedding.  The June date was just a month after I'd finished twenty rounds of chemo, and although I felt so blessed to be a part of the special day, I had that "I've got Cancer" look to me, and wasn't exactly wedding ready. I was weak, frail, and without hair, eyelashes or eyebrows, which all made me nervous about standing up in front of everyone.

Sitting in Brandi's chair, she recognized my concern, and she met it with compassion and understanding. While she attended to my "Beauti" dilemma we talked about my treatment and ministry of delivering Cancer Care Packs to those I noticed who were hurting.

Brandi helped me have the courage to stand and honor my friend, and also somehow got eyelashes to stay on throughout a night of dancing, despite having any real ones to hold them up. She also believed in T. Teal when it was just in its' baby stages, and encouraged me to keep spreading kindness. Brandi did what she could to support the ministry, and promoted T. Teal at Beauti on the Go Bridal Soiree's with the help of my friends.

When I went back to San Diego in March for my bestie's baby shower she organized a photo shoot at her downtown loft for the three of us. The shoot included lots of pictures, locations, and personal styling/makeup. We had the perfect day of pampering and laughing. We were grateful for togetherness, as well as what we've been through and overcome! One of the many cancer silver linings is the appreciation you gain for those dearest to you...I know I am thankful for these girls. We have been the best of friends for over 16 years, and they spent several weeks in OKC when I was at my worst to make sure I got the best care. Thank you Brandi for allowing us this time and opportunity to capture our friendship and love for one another! http://beautionthego.com/

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Just Call it a Brave Shave

Tenaciously Teal, a 501c3 charity, launched "Brave Shave" parties in February, and we were honored to host our very first Brave Shave for Mandy Johnson and several of her friends and family. Mandy tackled the difficult aspect of losing hair to cancer treatment with courage and beauty! Here is a video to get a glimpse of the evening, and what you can expect when we host a Brave Shave for you or someone you love!

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Brave Shave

If you follow Tenaciously Teal on Facebook you've watched the launch of our  Brave Shave parties! A Brave Shave is a private party where a hairstylist, salon space, and hor d' oeuvers are provided to women facing hair loss to cancer treatment. The party is a way for women to tackle this difficult aspect of treatment with courage, and in the company of their family and friends.

The idea of T. Teal throwing Brave Shave parties has been a dream of mine for some time. My desire to include them in T. Teal's services stems from my personal hair loss experience, but to fully understand the inspiration behind the Brave Shave I must take you back a little. My mom battled Stage 3c Breast Cancer almost 10 years ago. A decade ago it was much harder for women battling cancer to grapple with the issue of hair loss, because women didn't go without a scarf or a wig in public, and there certainly weren't charities offering women the opportunity to shave their head.  

After my first round of chemo, and the impending doom of each hair follicle was inevitable, I made the decision to shave my head! I couldn't watch my hair fall out on my pillow each morning or clog the shower drain, but without shaving my head this was unavoidable. Following my initial round of chemo, I was talking to my youngest sister about my plans, and I could tell it struck a chord with her. See, my little sister Marla was just in junior high when our mother began chemotherapy in Oregon, and my sister Andrea and I were attending college in Oklahoma. I'd never heard the story before, but my sister recalled the night she realized my mother was sacrificing her hair in order to save her life. She heard crying coming from the bathroom, and when she opened the door that night she realized the reason for all the tears. Our mom was kneeling, grasping her head, and overwhelmed at the amount of fallen hair lying at the bottom of the cold tub. 

This story impacted me greatly, my heart ached for my young sister, there without her two older sisters to lean on, and for my mom; alarmed, scared, alone. The story affirmed my decision to shave my head, so in the company of a small group of friends, with some good food and good music, my hairstylist came to my home on a warm Sunday afternoon in January and we just shaved it (hopefully there's a bird nest with Tarah hairs some where, haha) Anyway, we laughed, we definitely cried, but we were not alone!

My mom, my two sisters (L to R: Marla Gurney, Andrea Mosshart)
oh and me, all together for my last round of chemo and graduation!
This is the inspiration behind the Brave Shave parties, and I would like to dedicate them to my beautiful, tenacious, smart, caring, strong and courageous mom!!! I love you!

Cancer Can Take our Hair but it CANT Take our Courage!! www.tteal.org