My name is Hope. Hope the Cow. I began as a gleam in the eye of a fundraiser for North Carolina Children’s Hospital. The Cow Parade they called it. Teresa Howard was my artist and birth mom. I was deposited tenderly inside the entry door of the Cancer Center. There I was admired and petted and signed by many people.
I could tell that some where signing for themselves because they were survivors. Others signed for those they loved who had died from breast cancer. Others supported friends and loved ones. I have seen tears as the messages were written and hugs and smiles as they were read.
I live in the new Rex Breast Care Center now. It is a beautiful space with a welcoming lobby, pleasant waiting area and really nice robes to wear when needed – none of that flimsy paper stuff.
At night when it’s quiet and I think about all those who have come through the doors for their mammograms or to receive their biopsy results, I know that their names could be on me, too. I hope they are okay. I smile when I greet them because sometimes a smile is all there is to offer. Or a moo.