I’m thrilled to be participating in 2025 MK5K, a fundraiser supporting Mary Kay Ash Foundation! As a Breast Cancer Survivior, I’m passionate about this cause and need your help! Every donation—big or small—helps me reach my fundraising goal and directly impacts this important cause.

Here's how you can help:

• Donate: Contribute whatever you can. No amount is too small!
• Spread the Word: Share my fundraising page with your friends, family, and social networks. Let’s spread awareness so we can raise more!

Thank you for standing by me in this effort. Your support means the world to me!

Kimi's Cancer Journey

At 40 years old, just as the world shut down, she received the words no one is ever ready for: breast cancer. The diagnosis landed like a thunderclap in the eerie stillness of the pandemic — no hugs from friends, no waiting rooms filled with chatter, only masked faces and six feet of space between her and the comfort she craved. Over the next three years, her life became a calendar of surgeries and appointments — ten operations in total, and more than a hundred visits to specialists, oncologists, and therapists. The rhythm of her weeks was measured in pre-op calls, post-op recoveries, lab results, and scans. Each time she thought she might be done, another hurdle appeared. And yet, while her body was being cut, stitched, and scanned, her home was a school. Her kitchen table became a classroom, covered in math worksheets and reading assignments. She juggled teaching, therapy sessions, and sensory breaks for her youngest — a child with Down syndrome who needed extra patience, creativity, and love — all while making sure the two other children were learning too. There were days she taught multiplication while fighting waves of exhaustion, and nights she stayed up preparing for the next day’s lessons with a surgical drain tucked under her arms. She had no partner to hand off the hard moments to. She was the nurse, the teacher, the provider, and the patient — all at once. Through it all, her faith in God was the anchor she clung to. In the middle of fear and uncertainty, she prayed for strength, for healing, for peace — and she found it. When pain threatened to overtake her, she remembered His promises. When exhaustion closed in, she felt His presence lifting her up. She credited every small victory, every burst of laughter, every good report, to His sustaining grace. Her faith didn’t remove the storms, but it gave her hope and joy to navigate them, even when the waters were rough. Some mornings, the weight of it all pressed so hard on her chest she could barely breathe. But then a small hand would slip into hers, or a “I love you Momma!” would break through the fog, and she’d remember why she kept going. She didn’t simply survive those three years; she carved out moments of celebration in the middle of crisis, made birthdays special in lockdown, and turned learning into an adventure even when her own body was in recovery. Her journey was not neat, not easy, and certainly not without scars — but it was proof that strength is often forged in the darkest seasons, and that with God’s help, a mother’s love can shine bright enough to light the way through even the longest night.