The EBC Foundation Dedicates the 2017 Every Boob Counts 5K
to Breast Cancer Survivor Diane Dubocq and her twin sister
Diane's Story: I was healthy, I was happy, I had just lost 30 pounds. I stood before the mirror proud posing for my "after" picture. There it was, a lump and then another lump. I knew I couldn't ignore what was staring me in the face. My heart sank but I knew I had to move fast. First a mamography then a biopsy, then the call. Oh that infamous call. It wasn't all a big mistake. It was what I feared the most, Stage 2 breast cancer. I called my mother then I called my twin sister and best friend Donna. Donna was probably as scared as I was but she made me laugh, held me while I cried and forced me to do what we do best, have fun. She rallied our circle of friends. They made "Team Diane" t-shirts and hosted a "going away" party just days before my surgery. It was a long journey filled with a lot of emotion but I am now on the other side and I can say that "I am a Survivor." I learned alot about myself, about those that love me and about the beauty in random strangers that supported me in my journey. I know that I didn't take this journey alone and of all those that were there for me, I can't thank my twin Donna enough. I know she suffered in her own way yet she was always there to hold me up. I am back to running, training for a Bikini Competition and utterly grateful.
Donna's Story: We talk everyday, sometimes many times a day. We're twin sisters. We sometimes feel the other's pain even though we're miles away. That might explain why I knew in my gut when I saw that Diane was calling me that something wasn't right. I don't know what I said when I heard my sister's voice telling me she had just been diagnosed with breast cancer but I do know what I was thinking. "What?", "Why?", "How?". All questions that would never be answered yet asked anyway. I learned that day and the months that came after that no one is exempt from life. We did not invite breast cancer into our world, it crashed in with no warning. I watched as my sister had her breasts removed from her body, poison injected into her veins and her beautiful hair fall to the ground. There were many days I didn't know what to do to help her other than be there for her with a hug. I felt guilty at times; why her and not me? I felt scared at times; we're twins so when will it be me? I always knew my sister was strong but now I know she is a warrior. Breast cancer did not define us but it did change us. No longer do we sweat the small stuff and when we argue and disagree (which is often), it doesn't take long for us to kiss and make up.