The sun feels warm and comforting
on my back. My hands hold the stroller that carries my sleeping two-year-old
daughter. To my left is my husband holding the hand of our five-year-old
daughter. To her left stands my best girlfriend-my sister.
We are waiting for the countdown to
begin the CIBC Run for a Cure with the other two thousand participants. The
goose pimples that are marching up and down my arm are making me weepy. I have participated in the Run since 1999-the
first year my sister won her battle with cancer. It was just me then running. Now
my husband, with our daughters, and her and her husband walk/run. This year she
won again the ugly cancer that took our mom. Our daughters didn’t get to know
For me, this year also is hard to
celebrate. In mere days I will turn 38, the age my mom died. Today being at a
Breast Cancer run means so much more. I run for my mom, my grandmas, my sister
and my daughters. It is because of the participation and donations by millions
of people that there could be a cure in 2020. My daughters will see on the
evening news one day that there is a cure.
We walk together and march over the
finish line hand-in-hand. No one is really alone battling cancer. It is
everyone standing next to each other to kick cancer in the balls!
Thank you #RunForACure and