It was oh, so early this morning when I dragged my reluctant family out of bed. Not one of us are morning people, even my 14 month old daughter knows better than to wake up before 9. This morning we were all grumpy and befuddled as we attempted to remind ourselves why we volunteered to drag our asses out of bed, feed and appropriately clothe the three of us, drive downtown, and then walk 5 kilometers in the rain.
We did it because cancer sucks.
We did it because I needed to feel like I was actually doing something, rather than just enduring procedures and their side effects, and even worse, all the waiting that goes along with living with cancer.
We didn’t walk alone – I want to send out a big thank you to everyone that showed up to walk with me: Aaron, Gem, Mom, Mel, Cora, Tim, David, Max, Ilona, Kristen, Paul, Sammy, Grey, Trisha, Ericka, Leonor, Leticia, Jill, and many others who were there with us in spirit. I especially want to say thank you to Kristen who picked up and distributed the team T-shirts and bibs – she also went out and bought the pink feather boas. I also want to thank everyone who made donations to the cause.
The experience of walking as a survivor this year was very different from previous years.
I got a pink T-shirt.
I went through the survivor’s finish line.
I got a medal.
I got choked up.
I got through it – and yes, I feel like I did something.