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In Memoriam: Erin Hurst . We honor her memory and are grateful she shared her story.
Give her 19 minutes, and Erin Hurst could run 3.2 milesthe distance of a 5K race. Thats under six minutes per mile. Now, when the time comes to zip up her own jacket, her fingers clasp the zipper slowly before she turns to her mother, Tara, for help.
Let me tell you about this girl, Tara says. In every race, shes had the most amazing finish. Shell be in eighth place and pass all these girls on the last stretch. Shell kick their butts. And I feel like shes kind of done that with cancer. Shes run the race and here at the end shes been amazing.
It was Erins first surgery that led her to name her cancer journey. She woke up in the recovery room and learned that the lump in her hand was in fact cancer. Then her parents walked in. I just looked at themand I was probably a little crazy because of all the drugs, Erin laughs, and I said, I just cant wait to be the badass who beats cancer.
And so Erins Badass Cancer Fight began. It didnt take long to catch on. The Hurst family hails from Cleveland, Utah, a town of fewer than one thousand people in rural Emery County. Someone asked my favorite color, Erin remembers, but I didnt really think about it. And then they were making blue shirts with No One Fights Alone on them and my hashtag: #erinsbadasscancerfight. I didnt even know my cancer stage yet.
Were big farm country, Tara says. And we had some guys say they wanted to do a roping event for Erin. So they earned money for her that way. They came and presented the check to her.
Yet Erins biggest surprise was the warm welcome back to Cleveland after she finished her chemotherapythe last in her 40-week treatment.
Before we drove into town, Erin remembers, my dad stopped and said, There are some people who want to greet you. Fire engines and police cars were waiting on the edge of town to escort the family.
There were probably 200 or more people on Main Street, she says. And that wasnt just people from Cleveland. There were people there who have supported me the whole way.
The cars were lined up and people sat on their tailgates and open trunks six feet apart. The cheering line, Tara explains, extended beyond downtown and nearly to their home a few miles away.
After I got home, I set up a chair in our driveway, Erin says. That was after my big chemo, and usually after that Im just wiped out, but I was able to sit there and wave at everyone as they honked and drove by.
Now, at the beginning of the end of her treatment, Erin and her family reflect on how grateful they are for their communitys support.
I just want to help other people, Erin says as her mother nods. So many people have helped us. I just want to give that back and help others as much as I can. Whatever I could have done beforewhatever I could have givenI just want to give more.