Sara Beck

My Story:

I have known so many courageous women who struggled with breast cancer. On many occasions my friends and I had discussed the frightening prevalence of this disease. In the summer of 2003 as we were mourning the diagnosis given to yet another friend, I recall thinking, “My God, who’s next?” Three months later, I would find a lump in my right breast. Even as I went in for the emergency biopsy, I did not believe I was the one-the one who would be next. When the diagnosis came, all I could think about was how my sons needed their mom. It just couldn’t be my “turn.” It was, though, and we fought the battle with all we had. It’s been 17 months since my diagnosis. My boys have their mom. My husband has his wife. My parents have their daughter and I have my life.

My dream is that there will be only survivors like me when breast cancer strikes and that, eventually, there will be no more cancer. Organizations like the WBCC and events like the Rare Chair Affair are helping to make this a reality.

I am so honored to be part of the Rare Chair Affair this year. I am not an artist. I am a survivor, though, and the gift of survivorship was the inspiration for my chair. I asked my husband, Scott, to help me create the chair because, in a sense, we are both survivors. We made the journey together. I also had input on the chair’s creation from family members and friends-those same people who gave their hearts and souls to my family and me during our fight against breast cancer. This chair is really a tribute to all of them. It’s a tribute to life. Every day I try to remember to live well, laugh often and love much. Those are words to live by.