Tomorrow is Houston’s Race for the Cure. I have participated in the Miami events for the past several years and have really enjoyed them. In fact, I am quite sad that I will not be doing the Houston one this year. I love walking and running, but a 5k feels a little too difficult this late in pregnancy (in my next life I’ll make sure I am younger when I have kids).
Beyond feeling like this is a good cause, I have been hit with news about breast cancer twice this week. The mother of one of my closest friends passed away. She had a double mastectomy 17 years ago. That was only the beginning. From then until now, her cancer battle has been nonstop. She has been the strongest fighter I have ever and probably will ever know. Her will to live completely boggles my mind. I can’t even fathom the pain, treatments, and heartbreaking news that she has encountered for that long. Doctors had written her off so many times that her family couldn’t even keep count. My heart breaks for my friend and her family and all they have been through including losing her.
This week, I also got a letter from my grandmother informing me that my aunt (dad’s sister) was just diagnosed with breast cancer. The letter wasn’t very informative, but my grandmother lives in her own little world in the mountains of Idaho. I doubt she understands much about cancer or the stages. Basically, she said she is praying that my aunt lives for quite a while rather than go quickly like my dad. The sad thing is that I don't think she has anyone to take care of her in anyway no matter if she only needs a simple procedure or more radical treatment. It will not be easy.
While I will not be physically participating tomorrow, my heart will be at the 5k. I will just have to nibble on pink M&Ms this year. Next year though, I will be there in full force with the jogging stroller and actually running for the cure.
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