A co-worker does the Run For The Cure every year.  I’m not going to mention names here, that’s not what this site is about.  She said every year she’s done it, she’s walked.  This year she’s been training and will be running.  She asked if she could run for me.  (Even writing this brings tears to my eyes).  I’m honoured that she would do that and of course she can!  And thank you!

I’ve been around cancer for years now, it’s almost like it’s been part of my life like another family member.  You know, the black sheep of the family that causes problems no matter what they do or where they go.  I went with mom through most of her appointments, stayed with her for the first 2 weeks of her recovery from surgery, her second go-round with breast cancer.  Aunts have had it, saw my uncle and step-dad die from it, but I never truly understood the panic, fear, depression and strength that comes with being diagnosed with it.  I guess the old adage of  ‘Walk a mile …’  is true.

My sister has been with me to all my appointments so far and (in my opinion) has gone out of her way to be with me, take notes and ask questions for me.  She’s even filled out some of the paperwork for me because my hands were shaking too bad.  I love you sis.  If (when?) you go through this, know you can count on me too, ok?  I can imagine the fear you’re feeling.