Breast Cancer Entry Nineteen

Today a group of my family and friends took part in the “Race for the Cure.” Besides their matching shirts, my darling daughter made signs for everyone to wear. Each sign designated their relationship to me and ended with the phrase “Transcending Cancer”. So Monty’s read like this:

My Wife
Julia Andrus
Transcending Cancer

Or for the grandchildren:
Grandma
Julia Andrus
Transcending Cancer

Or;
Friend
Julia Andrus
Transcending Cancer

And so it goes… I couldn’t go. My white counts are extremely low and I can’t be around people, crowds or my beloved grandchildren. While they were gone I got on my elliptical tread mill to do my daily routine, but I ran like I was with them. I started when I knew they started and I finished when they did.

I watched it on the news. They said it was the biggest turn-out ever and close to twenty thousand people showed up to participate. I can just imagine all those people in matching pink shirts walking, running, pushing strollers (like my girls) and sharing this passionate concern. Breast cancer had touched their lives in some way. Some of the runners were bald and in treatment themselves. Some were those who had lost someone to the battle and they were there for the rest of us. Some people had the picture of the person they lost pinned to their shirts. Some were older and needed assistance along the way. Oh the community of it all!

My gosh! This disease will make an activist out of you. I can’t imagine any woman going through this that would not want to spare her daughter, her mother, her friends or a perfect stranger. This disease is serious and it is depriving too many women of their lives and contributions. I can feel the birth of the activist in me. I will find someway to give back when I am better.

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