The Three Day for Breast Cancer
Legendary bluesman Son Seals once said, when asked to describe the blues, that as a child he often did childish things. He had childish thoughts and said childish things. But, when he became an adult, Son Seals admitted, the childish aspects of his life melted away and the only things left of him were hope, faith and love.
Hope, faith and love. The essence of the blues; where others heard sadness and depression in the smoky minor chord guitar licks, Son Seals heard the sounds of a yearning optimism. He heard the sounds of dignity and the end of human suffering.
I’d like to believe that hope, faith and love are all we need. In many ways the Arkansas-born,
Because during one of the darkest times in her life, her fight against Breast Cancer, Bashford’s survival is a testament to her hope and faith; her current calling to raise money for Breast Cancer research is a testament to love, so that others will not be faced with losing a loved one.
This weekend Bashford will be in

Donna and Jeff Bashford
Those silent heroes who persevere in the face of adversity, who live to make a difference and inspire others around them to not give up, to live and fight another day, to be thankful and loving and cherish each moment; because they know that, despite surviving themselves, the fight to cure Breast Cancer is far from over.
According to the National Cancer Institute, in 2007 there will be more than 178,000 women diagnosed with the disease (2,000 men as well) and sadly, almost 40,500 mothers, daughters and wives will lose their own heroic struggle.
In many ways, Donna Bashford is an unassuming woman. She is delightful. Not in a condescending way, like “oh isn’t she delightful,” but in an honest-to-goodness way. One can’t help but feel the tension and stress drain from their soul when talking with her or standing by her. She carries her soul in a way which connotes blissfulness. One gets the sense that she is at peace and this merely helps others feel the same way. It was not always like this.
We sat down with Donna Bashford, a New Bern, NC resident to talk about hope, faith, love, saving the “ta-ta’s”, her survival, long-distance walking in general, and this weekend’s three day walk. [If you'd like to make a donation to her campaign, please visit here]
How long have you been cancer free?
Three years this past April 30. I was first diagnosed in 2004. It was my annual mammogram and they caught it early. The doctor said I could wait two years because I didn’t have any risk factors. I had a friend who waited and look what happened to her. Two years might have made a difference. I was very polite and very quickly said no thanks.
That quite possibly saved my life. After I was diagnosed there were about four people who had been putting it off and I told them to get one right away. Part of being a survivor is to get people to do a mammogram. I didn’t have a family history of Breast Cancer and come to find out most women who get Breast Cancer have no history at all. Some feel a lump. There was no lump to feel because it was so early.
You must have been pretty scared when you got such unexpected news?
I think I just kind of felt like my breath was taken away. I was like that doesn’t make any sense. I had a hard time believing it. If it was any other kind of cancer . . . [her voice trails off into a thought]
Within three hours I had a biopsy scheduled. I had to come up stairs and tell Jeff [her husband]. I thought something good was going to come out of it. I knew it was early and I was like I’m not going to die. I went upstairs to tell Jeff and started to look to God to how this was going to turn good.
The low point came about a month after being diagnosed. I went to my oncology appointment and he laid out the statistics and it hit me that I have cancer and the reality of it sunk in. He was very clear, he wasn’t talking about whether I was going to live or die but how to not have it recur. I think I was pretty positive, and have a nice selective memory. I remember early on, I remember thinking it can’t be as bad as mom.
How so?
I’d just watched my mother die a slow and awful death from Alzheimer’s and that was the hardest two years of my life. If this was the only scary thing in my life, Breast Cancer, I was thinking this was going to be a five out of ten. Which some think is crazy, but that’s just my perspective.
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