I was asked today, for the first time, why I walked the Race for the Cure! The question was "what did it mean to you, and why did you walk it 3 weeks after having surgery?".
Well, I decided to share the answer with you, too! When I found out I had cancer I was scared, scared to be sick, scared that maybe I found it too late.
When I found out I would need chemo I was scared, scared that I would not feel well, of being sick.
Feeling scared can paralize you. So, I decided to set myself a goal. No matter what, I would make it to that Race, and I would walk it. I had hoped to be able to run it, but I did not make it...
For me, the race was emotional. I was able to do what I had set my mind to. And while all that came to walk with me, walked "for me", I walked for all the beautiful women that I met along the way. I dedicated my baloon to those that did not make it, those that are alone, those too weak to walk, those too scared to fight....I have been incredibly fortunate, and they helped me realize it!
Picture by U. Rieger
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