By Chanda Temple
I still remember the day I met Lorretta Herring.
It was the first Friday in October 2024, and the City of Birmingham’s Pink Parade in support of breast cancer survivors had just wrapped. Temperatures hovered around the high 70s in Linn Park, and Ms. Loretta sat at a table, sharing breast cancer awareness info through her organization, the Cancer Awareness Network.
Her smile was infectious, and so was her joy.

I thanked her for being one of many organizations present in the park that day. And as we continued to talk, I immediately understood why God told me to take the conversation deeper. Ms. Loretta told me that just five weeks earlier, she had undergone a double mastectomy. Her chest was still wrapped in bandages that covered stitches from her surgery.
My mouth fell open as she continued.










