#HoneyBash18 - A Year to Pay Tribute

#HONEYBASH18 A Y E A R T O PAY T R I B U T E To t h o s e w h o i n s p i r e u s , t h o s e w e l o v e , those we will never forget

For Those Who Think the Bumble Bee Cannot Fly. . .

According to laws of aerodynamics the bumble bee cannot fly; Its body is too heavy for its wings and that’s the simple reason why.

But the bumble bee doesn’t know this fact, and so it flies anyway for all to see.

Remember this when you’re losing faith . . .

THE IMPOSSIBLE CAN BE.

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Five years ago, our world changed forever when our vibrant, 27 year old cousin, Jenny, suffered a fatal brain aneurysm rupture on Christmas Day. As we struggled to make sense of the senseless, we were shocked that this all too common condition was so under-recognized, under-funded and under-researched. First were the staggering numbers. 1 in 50 people with a brain aneurysm: that is over 31,000 people in the city of Philadelphia.

Then the stories behind them. A 13 year old girl who didn’t wake up for school. A 49 year old mom and TV broadcaster, collapsing on her way back from covering a story. A 62 year old loving husband and father who never came back from work. A 35 year old Jiu-Jitsu instructor collapsing while training, leaving behind a wife and two young boys. Two 27 year old women; a competitive gymnast and a brand new mom. There are thousands of others. And as Jenny herself would have said, “Stop crying and do something about this!” So we have.

We established The Bee Foundation (a tribute to Jenny’s health business) as a 501(c) (3) non-profit in May of 2014, and with your help, we have raised almost $1,000,000 toward our mission: to raise awareness of brain aneurysms and to increase funding for preventative research that saves lives. With that money, we’ve funded six grants for ground-breaking research in diagnosis and treatment, funded a health economics brain aneurysm research fellow, lobbied on Capitol Hill for the nation’s first brain aneurysm bill — an ongoing lobbying effort — and collaborated with impacted families and organizations across the nation for fundraising and awareness.

The 5th annual Honey Bash Gala is dedicated to everyone who has been touched by this devastating disease. We know that for every individual, family, and community of friends and colleagues affected by a brain aneurysm or rupture, the battle is different. Each dollar and minute that we spend in spreading awareness and preventing this disease is spent in service to them, and with the belief that we can change the outcomes of these battles for the better.

Throughout our journey we have met countless individuals who have shown tremendous strength in turning their struggles into positive change in their own personal way: Sharing their stories with the world through various writing mediums, planning unique fundraisers to honor loved ones and creating social media campaigns to spread awareness.

We thank all of our advocates for their endless strength and support. Here are some of their stories.

M a l l o r y B re w e r ’s St o r y Mary Brewer suffered an incredible loss when her daughter, Mallory, passed away from a ruptured brain aneurysm at the age of 27. With strength and love she has channeled this grief and honored her daughter with an annual brain aneurysm social media awareness campaign — Headstands for Mallory. Mary is also supported by Mallory’s best friend Alyssa Adrian who has selflessly volunteered for The Bee Foundation, managing our Instagram social media platform. Mary is being honored at the 2018 Honey Bash with the Bee Inspired Award. Here is Mallory’s story in her mother’s words.

On August 25, 2016, I said goodbye to one of the most humble and kind young girls who had everything going for her. At the age of 27, Mallory Rae Brewer suffered a fatal brain aneurysm. She was a 2011 graduate and gymnast at the University of Pittsburgh and had just received her MBA from Katz School of Business in April 2016. She “ flipped” through life and really made an impact on everyone she met. She was strong and fearless.

Mallory collapsed from a ruptured brain aneurysm while doing Cross Fit. She had two aneurysms and a week later, the doctors found a third one that needed to be operated on. On her last day, Mallory was up and walking; she brushed her teeth and lifted hand weights, she ate, she watched TV, she played games, she even flirted with the nurses and talked about doing karaoke. When I asked her what kind of day she had, Mallory said, “OUTSTANDING.” Then the phone rang at 3:34 am. “Mallory took a turn for the worse.” She was in cardiac arrest. By the time I arrived at the hospital they had been trying to revive her for 40 minutes. This strong, determined young girl was gone.

When she was little she would sign her journal “Believe and Achieve.” As she got older she was passionate about the saying “Never be less than your dreams.” She lived life to the fullest and I truly hope that her legacy will live a long time.

M e e t Kat h y R i c c i a rd i My story began on November 17, 2015 at 1AM when my husband, Mike, woke up to me having a grand mal seizure. We came to find out it was a result of a 33mm brain aneurysm, roughly the size of a golf ball — everyone told me how lucky I was to catch it before it ruptured. Because of the size and location, I had to have it taken care of soon.

After our many calls, research and appointments, we chose to go with Dr. Langer, a neurosurgeon in NY. His approach was a cerebral bypass and occlusion, more simply, open brain surgery. I said goodbye to my kids, my husband and my family knowing the risks, but anticipating I’d see everyone the next day. In the first few days I wasn’t waking up as planned. Then finally, Dr. Langer saw signs of a stroke and within an hour I was back in surgery for a craniotomy. Ultimately that is what saved my life and I awoke 2 days later.

As a result of the stroke, I couldn’t talk or move my right side — but Dr. Langer said I was going to be just fine!

It is truly a blessing that I have been able to go through this, these last three years. It has given me the opportunity to see things differently — my days are a lot slower, but they are more impactful. This year I’ve celebrated so many special things, and for that, I am thankful for the ones I love!

The Bee Foundation was there to point me in the right direction — and I will be forever grateful to Christine and Erin for their efforts. I want folks reading this to know that there is hope. The Bee Foundation and others are fighting for research funding to prevent stories like mine from happening again. Please BEE AWARE, BEE COURAGEOUS and most of all, BEE INSPIRED!

M e e t Ka v i t a B a s i AUTHOR OF “ROOM 23”

In March of 2015, Kavita Basi was taken to the hospital with a life-threatening illness — a subarachnoid hemorrhage. She was treated with four brain operations. Almost 50% of those with a rupture do not survive with the remainder having serious disabilities like hearing impairment, difficulty walking, partial paralysis and brain damage. Kavita has overcome just about all of these obstacles and now she is giving something back to help others. Kavita has shared her video blogs, gives regular motivational talks at schools and charities (including The Bee Foundation and the Royal College of Surgeons London), is an Ambassador for the Brain and Spine Foundation Charity in the UK, shares her experiences on social media and has now written a book, entitled “Room 23.”

Here is an excerpt from “Room 23” to be released in November 2018.

Later in the evening, I huddled together with my kids and husband on the bed to watch my favorite TV program, Mr. Selfridge. I still had a niggling headache. It’s been three years since I suffered the brain hemorrhage early on that morning of Jasmine’s birthday. I was in the hospital for a total of seven weeks, only two of which I remember. During that time, I underwent four operations.

Though recovery from a brain hemorrhage is a lengthy process — one whose end I, just

three years out from the incident, have not yet seen — I felt it was important to share my story in the event it could help others. However, writing this story wouldn’t have been possible without the shared memories of my friends and family, who helped piece together the events of a timeline I don’t entirely remember.

Even though it feels like so much time has passed since my brain hemorrhage, I still sometimes think about what may have caused my brain to bleed. People who suffer a subarachnoid hemorrhage usually have — or are — one of the following:

• Heavy smoker

• Alcoholic

• Overweight

• High Blood Pressure

I was none of these.

Before the incident, I was a mother and wife working as a high-powered executive in the fashion industry who traveled internationally most weeks of the year. I was a pescatarian and exercised regularly. I didn’t feel under any more pressure than usual to maintain our very busy, modern lifestyle, though I had been getting headaches more regularly. The only other explanation was that this could have been hereditary; my grandfather had a history of stroke. I don’t think this is a question that will ultimately be answered.

I’m a different person now as a result of this experience. I feel closer to the person I was when I was younger, before the world got its hands on me and molded and shaped me into what it wanted me to be. I feel a sense of freedom now that I didn’t have before. I’m direct and say what I mean. And I’m taking advantage of life’s opportunities in a new way. This change hasn’t been easy for all of my family and friends. As I’ve slowly recovered, they’ve had to adjust to this new person I’ve become.

I feel like the change is positive, but others don’t always perceive it that way. I’ve always had a sense that I want to contribute something to this world. My hope is that through this book, I will. Approximately thirty thousand people suffer a subarachnoid hemorrhage per year in the U.S. alone, and more than fifty percent die within the first thirty days. My intention for this book is for it to not only help those who have suffered and survived this deadly brain bleed and other neurological problems, but also to be a comfort to family and friends of those in recovery, so they know they are not alone and have a sense of what to expect.

Learn more at www.kavitabasi.com

Ke n B r y d e n ’s St o r y The Bryden family suffered a shocking loss when Ken Bryden passed away from a ruptured brain

aneurysm. To honor his captivating spirit Ken’s family has spread awareness and raised significant funds for research with two fundraisers in 2018.

The Bryden family is being honored at the 2018 Honey Bash with the Bee Inspired Award. Here is Ken’s story in his wife Debbie’s words.

On March 13, 2017 while at work Ken collapsed.

The initial phone call was that my husband had a heart attack. Ken was taken to the OR for a heart catheterization. Flashbacks of the previous weekends went through my mind. We spent the past two weekends celebrating St. Patty’s Day with family and friends. It was a great time as always. Then reality hit hard. The doctor came into the room and determined the cause: it was a ruptured brain aneurysm. Our hearts were broken. Two days later, during one of the worst snow storms in North Eastern PA, at 4:20pm, our favorite person in the whole wide world was gone.

He was a son, brother, husband, father and good friend to all who knew him. He understood the importance of having a family and friends in his life. He had a special ability to light up the room with his smile and a laugh that was so contagious. Whenever in the presence of Ken you would catch him using his favorite saying, “yeah baby!” One of our fondest memories is when we were cruising. I believe he had all the staff saying it on a daily basis. The following year we went on the same cruise and again the staff were still saying it. Funny. That’s the influence he had on friends, strangers, and family. As a good friend said at his memorial, “You wanted to go out? Call Ken. Wanted to talk to someone?

Call Ken. Need help with a project? Call Ken. Need a truck? Call Ken. .. I could go on and on.”

In our case there were no signs. Or were there? That’s the question that we’ll never be able to answer. My husband at the age of 62 just thought he was getting old. He was a laborer, got up early every day, worked hard at the Sanitary Authority, played hard. That’s why our family is joining in the movement with The Bee Foundation to prevent brain aneurysms with awareness and research. As repeatedly pointed out

by The Bee Foundation, too often the signs go unnoticed. We are making it our goal to speak of these signs daily so another loved one will not be taken.

M e e t Ka re n D e n n e y In 2003, the manager of Polka Dots, Karen Denney, had the worst headache of her life and suffered a brain aneurysm. Karen survived. Here is her story.

My aneurysm ruptured 15 years ago while I was at home, alone. I was on the computer in our basement office when I got the infamous ‘worst headache of my life.’

I blinked in pain and when I opened my eyes, my vision was blurred. As I stood up, my legs gave out from under me. Somehow, I managed to crawl up the steps and call 911.

Before the ambulance came, I had sweated through my clothes (in February) and gotten sick to my stomach. Along with my confusion and trouble speaking, I knew that something was terribly wrong.

Diagnosed with a (brain) bleed at my local hospital, I was stabilized and rushed to Jefferson University Hospital. It was there that Dr. Rosenwasser and his amazing team saved my life.

I spent two weeks in the hospital and returned home with a shunt to drain excess fluid.

Aside from the shunt, general weakness and a lot of medications, I felt optimistic and fortunate… and so happy to be home. Six weeks of restrictions passed and I was slowly getting back to the life of being a wife to Bryan, and a mother to my 16-year-old daughter, Shannon and my 12-year-old son, Alex.

Five months later, I was back at Jefferson Emergency with excruciating abdominal pain.

This time, I was diagnosed with an infected shunt. I stayed in the hospital for two weeks on antibiotics and rest. The miracle of it all was that I’d become shunt independent and I was able to have it removed. I came home with a pic line and a bald head (once again), both of which were short-lived inconveniences.

I am so grateful to all of the doctors, nurses, and caregivers who gave me my life back.

Family and friends (and friends of friends) were a lifeline and an amazing comfort. They took care of all that I could not.

I have always had a love for angels and I know that I had guardian angels watching over me then, as they continue to now!

Meet Amy H o ra n P L AY W R I G H T O F “ B U R S T ” Amy Leigh Horan is a playwright, photographer, and PR professional who currently lives in Washington, DC. Her play “Burst” is a recollection with humor and heart of her mother’s survival of a brain aneurysm. “Burst” explores the comedy and clarity of crisis and love of three siblings as their mother lies in a coma in the Neuro ICU. “Burst” played until May 27, 2018, at Parlor Room Theater on the campus of Catholic University in Washington, DC. WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO WRITE “BURST”?

After my mother’s burst brain aneurysm, my family and I took turns sitting with her through her coma. We would escape the busyness and banter of our waiting room to share quiet moments with the one we loved most. Some days I said nothing; some days I said everything. Over time, I became absolutely fascinated by what my sisters, my cousins, my uncles were saying to her in there. This play imagines that. It goes back and forth between a waiting room and an ICU room as five people discover who they are while they wait.

YOUR PLAY SHOWS A FAMILY FINDING THEMSELVES AND GROWING CLOSER BECAUSE OF THE MOTHER’S BRAIN ANEURYSM. DO YOU FIND THAT THIS HAPPENED IN YOUR FAMILY AS WELL? I did find that. It took time. There is a bit in the play where the character Erin is talking to her comatose mother in the ICU and she says: “I’ve felt, over the past two days, mum, I’ve felt that we — me, Ally, Stephen, Kira — we’re all like these glasses of water filled to the brim, lined up right next to each other. And we want to see how each other are doing but if we move, even the slightest, we’ll not only knock ourselves over, we’ll knock everyone else over too. So we don’t check-in on each other, we don’t even try. We just try to stay standing.”

And I think that’s really how we felt. Going through it, we were physically there but we weren’t always saying the right thing, because we just didn’t have the capacity to. But we kept showing up. One of the things that intrigued me when writing about family was the question “How are we capable of treating the people we love the most in the world the worst?” And it was gratifying that audience members and critics identified that the strength of the play is that it shows a real family — dysfunction and all. The director, cast, and creative team did an incredible job of capturing this messy, needy love.

WHAT ADVICE WOULD YOU GIVE FOR SOMEONE TAKING CARE OF ANOTHER THAT HAS EXPERIENCED A BRAIN ANEURYSM? I would say be patient, you have no idea how hard their brain and body is working. My mom had a pretty miraculous recovery, but she also had to work hard for almost a year to feel like she was more or less back to her “old self.” And I know we’re incredibly blessed; sometimes there is no going back to an “old self.” For us, we had no idea what was in store but we tried to stay grounded in giving thanks every day for even having her around. When you’re in a Neuro ICU for an extended period of time, you get to know the other families. Most people do not have the story we have. So I’d say if your loved one has survived a ruptured brain aneurysm, celebrate every moment as best you can.

Tra v i s Va l e n t i n e ’s St o r y Travis Valentine passed away from a ruptured aneurysm at the age of 33. The Chi Psi Fraternity of George Mason University has honored his legacy by spreading brain aneurysm awareness and supporting The Bee Foundation through multiple fundraisers and continued volunteer support for the Honey Bash Gala. The GMU Chi Psi Fraternity is being honored at the 2018 Honey Bash for their commitment to volunteerism and fundraising.

Below is Travis’ story told by Andrew Dewing, his friend and Chi Psi brother.

I met Travis Valentine, a fellow Chi Psi brother, fifteen years ago and am privileged to count him among my friends ever since. He passed away from a ruptured brain aneurysm in his home in Washington, DC on February 14th, 2017.

Two adjectives come to mind when I remember Travis. Thought — filled and thoughtful.

Travis was thoughtful, and as time moved on, it became apparent to me that he was inspiring thoughtfulness in those around him. Not surprising at all, Travis thrived in the professional world, working for start - up and emergent employers. He was productive, successful, and was quickly recognized as an “impact-player.” He was respected and most importantly, he was well liked.

Only after his passing did I learn of his affinity for the quote attributed to Benjamin Franklin, “What good shall I do this day?” I learned that he had been actively applying this simple question to all of his personal and professional pursuits. I’m left to wonder how long this had been his daily devotion, but it is completely consistent with the thoughtfilled and thoughtful man who I am pleased to call my Brother.

E l l i e H e l t o n ’s St o r y Shared by Todd and Karen Helton, parents of Ellie Helton. The Helton family has worked tirelessly to spread brain aneurysm awareness, fundraise for brain aneurysm research, lobby on Capitol Hill for increased federal research funding and connect and inspire brain aneurysm advocates. Here is their story.

Our family suffered a significant loss on July 16, 2014 when our oldest daughter, Ellie, suddenly passed away from a ruptured brain aneurysm at the age of 13.

Ellie was a vibrant, loving kid. She loved God, her family and friends, superheroes, golf, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, the color pink and pizza. She was a unique spirit who loved life, was accepting of others and persevered in everything she tried. Ellie danced like no one was watching and sang like no one was listening. We hope her legacy is one of encouragement to always be yourself and let that shine through: eat a Reese’s cup every now and then, feel like a superhero and wear pink somewhere you wouldn’t expect to see it.

We love and miss her every day and were blessed to have had her in our lives.

Meet Becca Swindale AUTHOR OF SHORT STORY “MIRACLES” “I wrote this for a class I had. It’s almost been a year since my mom’s brain aneurysm. Thankfully, she’s okay. But this story is about how terrifying it can be for the family managing this spontaneous devastating disease.”

MIRACLES “Do you like these flowers?” I ask, pointing to the flowers on my Pinterest account. My mom mumbles something. I don’t understand. What is she trying to say? Or maybe I am not being clear enough?

“Here.” I point to it again. “Pretty?”

She lies in bed, glancing up at me with her uncomprehending blue eyes, normally full of light. She manages to mutter something, but I still don’t understand.

“I …” she starts, but she can’t say anything else. With a sigh and wave of the hand, she gives up trying to respond. I understand. I don’t push my questions anymore. I can only guess the frustration of being unable to communicate. The sliding door to my mom’s room opens and a nurse walks in.

“Oh, hi there! Good to see you again,” she whispers while dimming the lights. “Your mom has had a busy day, so she might be a little extra tired.”

I nod my head and manage to say, “Okay. Thanks.”

My eyes are burning; I’m on the brink of tears. I look back to my mom, who has already turned over to face the one window in the room, away from me. I tiptoe to the other side of the bed: she’s asleep. I inhale deeply and slowly breathe out. I want to talk to her. I want her input on my wedding day flowers. It’s trivial, I know. Yet, I wonder at the same time whether she’ll even be there for my wedding. So is it really that trivial?

Two weeks. That’s how long she has been in the ICU. One moment she’s perfectly fine and healthy. The next moment a blood vessel is swelling and bursts in her brain, for no apparent reason. They call it a brain aneurysm. One in fifty people develop them, and some are even born with one. Four in ten people with a ruptured brain aneurysm will die as a result. In other words, 40% of ruptured brain aneurysms are fatal. Additionally, 66% [of those who survive] will suffer from permanent damage. All it takes is a little blood leaking in the brain. In my mom’s case, she was just watching my brother sing for someone’s funeral.

My mom has what I (and many others) call the Cadillac of ICU rooms. Instead of being crowded into a room separated by curtains, she stays in a spacious room with brown laminate flooring, creamy colored walls, and her own personal bathroom and window. I’m thankful she is here, where the doctors are specifically known for their expertise on brain surgeries. If my mom hadn’t come to Eden Medical Center in Castro Valley, she probably would have died.

The heart monitor screen shines brightly. I can’t decide if the beeping is annoying or comforting. Outside, the world is going to sleep, and I know I should get going. I turn to my fiancé. “Whenever you’re ready,” he says. I slip my hand into hers again, squeeze it, and lean in to kiss her forehead, near the bloody mess from surgery. I whisper into her ear, “I love you,” and desperately hope she hears me. I hope she understands. I hope she knows how much I truly love her. And I hope for miracles.

M e e t S a l l y Fre e d m a n Sally’s experience as a brain aneurysm survivor has turned her into a tireless advocate for brain aneurysm research and awareness, supporting The Bee Foundation through multiple fundraisers, speaking at our annual Honey Bash, and even asking attendees at her recent wedding to donate to our Foundation in lieu of wedding gifts! Here is her story.

Before my incident, I was in the best shape of my life. In 2013, I spent most of the year training for my lifelong dream of completing an Ironman. During the peak of my training, I exercised two to five hours a day, eating an organic, gluten-free diet, and feeling great.

On August 18, 2013, I completed the Ironman Mont Tremblant — my most amazing feat in my career as an amateur athlete. I had absolutely no symptoms to presage what was to come. But in November of that year, I had a bout of vertigo that ended up saving my life.

I was briefly hospitalized overnight and quickly recovered. At my mother’s urging, I followed up with an ENT specialist to avoid a recurrence. The doctor ordered an MRI of my ears. Because I was feeling so much better, I was tempted to cancel it until a friend urged me to go. I grudgingly got the MRI and that afternoon I received the news that I had a large but unruptured cerebral aneurysm. Remaining calm, I followed her orders to get a CT angiogram and see a neurosurgeon as soon as possible. On Christmas Eve, 2013, I had a preoperative endovascular angiogram and the next day underwent a successful surgery.

I’m still a bit slow versus my preoperative pace, but I was lucky. By the end of January, I was up to walking ten miles daily. By February, I was back to running. Now, I’m working, sleeping, running, swimming, biking, skiing, hiking, and lifting, with even more plans to come.

I’m not sure if there’s some bigger meaning that I should derive from the experience, but I know I’m lucky in so many ways: lucky to have found the aneurysm before a potentially deadly rupture, lucky to have access to the finest care, but most of all lucky to have the best support system with wonderful family and friends. From all of this I learned that no matter what happens health-wise, we can use a terribly invasive procedure or health hurdle as a positive experience in our lives to make us stronger physically and emotionally.

You never know if one proactive move you make will help you detect a health challenge early. It’s important not to fear information, but to face it. It just might save your life — and what a great life it is!

Jill Liccioni's St o r y Shared by Kristi Resendez, Jill’s friend and colleague.

Have you ever heard someone laugh so hard they snort? That laugh is what I miss most about my friend and former co-worker Jill Liccioni. When something was funny, she would laugh so long after you had stopped, that you felt you needed to start laughing again. Jill always had a smile on her face, a bounce in her step, a snort in her laugh, perfectly highlighted hair, a coordinating jacket, and was always reapplying her lip gloss. I admired so much about her and how she lived her life.

Jill was taken away too soon, leaving behind her husband, a son in high school, a daughter in college, and too many friends and colleagues to count. Jill was just months away from celebrating her 50th birthday when she suffered a ruptured brain aneurysm while exercising with her husband one Saturday morning. As a perfectly healthy 49-year-old, nobody expected her not to show up at work on Monday morning. When I heard the news, I was shocked to learn that something like this took my friend away.

I’m not sure I had ever heard of a brain aneurysm until the day I received the news. The fact that this condition can affect anyone regardless of age, race, gender, etc. has really opened my eyes to the need for awareness and research. I have always heard life is short and can be taken away in an instant, but had never experienced it first-hand. My hopes and prayers are that through continued research, others will be spared the loss of their Jill.

J e n n i f e r S e d n e y ' s St o r y Shared by Alison Sedney, Jenny’s mother and Board Member of The Bee Foundation.

It all happened so fast. It was December 23rd when my daughter, who was visiting her boyfriend, called to say she’d had a wicked headache that afternoon while working out.

We thought she’d simply had a migraine. After all, she felt better, and planned to drive home the next day as planned. Which she did, and we spent the day doing last minute shopping, gossiping, and wrapping presents — hours for which I will always be grateful.

Shortly after she placed her last present under the tree, she danced upstairs to take a shower and collapsed. She never regained consciousness, and left us forever on Christmas Day. Diagnosis — cerebral hemorrhage from a ruptured subarachnoid aneurysm.

The idea that this could have happened to a healthy, vibrant, yoga-practicing, kaleshake-eating 27-year-old was beyond belief; certainly, beyond ours. In the months that followed however, as I, Jenny’s father and brother struggled to come to terms with what had happened, we also came to learn that aneurysms can occur in anyone, at any age, and they are certainly far from unknown in young, healthy people. Like many other family, bereaved parents, spouses, and friends, it took me some time to imagine that I could ever do anything with this experience beyond nursing the interminable grief and anger.

In time, though, the general lack of awareness of this disease and its symptoms, that so often mimic other health issues, took me beyond my personal anger.

My nieces — two young women who were not only Jenny’s cousins but close friends — had come to that place long before me. The Bee Foundation was the result. Since 2014, we have met so many others who have been affected by this condition. We hope that the Foundation, beyond its ability to drive increased awareness and badly needed research, will also be a community for them; a way that those we love and those we have lost can play a significant role in changing the lives of others. We hope that you join us.

The 5th Annual Honey Bash is dedicated to each family who has been touched by this devastating disease. We recognize your struggle and courage.

M A L LO RY B R E W E R ...lover of Sunflowers

K E N B RY D E N

...lover of the sweet things in life, like chocolate chip cookies

KA R E N D E N N E Y ...a believer in ‘guardian angels’

S A L LY F R E E D M A N

...lover of her hometown of Hershey because life is sweet

E L L I E H E LTO N

...lover of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups

KAT H Y R I CC I A R D I

…the “I love You” sign always had special meaning throughout her journey

T R AV I S VA L E N T I N E

…left us on Valentine's Day & continues to be in his friends & families hearts

N A N CY WO L L

…lover of hearts, the symbol of the love & strength of her family

JENNY SEDNEY

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