Please STOP with the NEGATIVE comments about the media coverage you tuned in to watch…

First off, hats off to ALL law enforcement agencies who worked tirelessly today to find the second suspect.  I have an amazing amount of respect for their job and the risks they take to keep us safe.

All day I’ve kept my mouth shut as I watched people comment on the coverage…dropping hints of political affiliation or slanted coverage.

But now I feel like I have to say it.  Because I AM SICK of negativity and people making EVERYTHING political.  Four people died this week because of the bombings.  Journalists worked tirelessly to get the facts.  Today alone, people worked 24-30 hour days to bring wall-to-wall coverage.  In some cases they were the reporting the ONLY information residents had access to as they were on lockdown. It’s a tough job and an amazing responsibility.  Bringing facts without giving away too many details that could hurt the investigation or make the situation worse.

So PLEASE stop making this tragic situation political.  Stop saying the media is slanted in their coverage.  Because this week…political affiliations and agendas aside…what happened in our national news was hard on EVERYONE…And I can guarantee those in the field were not thinking about politics or slants. It makes me sick…we should pray for ALL those involved including ALL of the media outlets that you probably tuned in to watch.

April 15th, 2004

For most, April 15th is tax day.  It’s the day we all hope we’ve already done all the paper work for our taxes, many of us wishing and hoping we’ll get a nice return.  For some it’s a sign of adulthood, the first time you have to file.

But for me, April 15th is a day I’ll never forget. April 15th changed my family’s life forever. It’s a day I grew up fast…and it began my adulthood.  It changed my view of life…forever.

It was April 15th, 2004.  I was a senior at Xavier High School.  I was working at KCRG-TV as a production assistant.  We had just finished up the 6 pm newscast when my dad called and asked me to come home for my dinner break.

I drove home, it was the longest 15-20 minute drive of my life.  When I got home both my parents were sitting on the white couch in our living room.  They asked me to sit down and then they utter words I’ll never forget. “Lauren, your mom has breast cancer.”

You see, my mom found a lump during a routine monthly self-exam.  She wasn’t going to do anything about it until after my graduation but my dad insisted she get it checked. We had just lost her mother in October 2003, so it was important to be proactive.

I remember feeling like my whole world was crashing that day.  I wondered how bad it was, if my mom would live to see my graduate, get married, etc.

Little did I know, the next few years my family would push through the cancer battle.  We’d use our Catholic faith to get us through the good and the bad. We would rely and depend on God and the Eucharist every Sunday. It would be our signal of strength and suffereing. My mom would become the rock on the family. She would become our inspiration for living life to the fullest. My parents love for each other would grow deeper than anyone could imagine.  And it would lay the groundwork for so much more to come.

9 year later I’ve learned that so much good can come from bad.  That day my whole world came crashing down.  But it wouldn’t stay that way forever and I would come out of it stronger than ever. April 15th, 2004 would teach my family to BELIEVE.

momToday, my mom is happy and healthy.  Cancer free for 9 years…this October we’ll be running in the 10th Breast Cancer Race since she lost her mom.

And I will continue to hope and pray for a cure.