By Amanda McNally I was 12 years old the first time I heard the words “breast cancer”. I had no idea what breast cancer would mean for my family and although I understood that my mother was sick, I always, always thought she’d get better. I was just 16 when my mother passed away from this disease. After her death one of the most difficult things for me was feeling powerless. I knew I had to do something but since I wasn’t very good in the science department (understatement of the year) I …