But as a mother, I think about how lucky I am to have both my breasts to be able to nurse my children. I think about my heath and how lucky I am to be watching my children grow and develop into their own little selves right before my eyes. And when I think of what I would do today if I was diagnosed with cancer... I want to cry and then I push that very thought as far out of my mind as possible.
The reality is, this happens every single day to many mothers.
Early yesterday morning, I woke my Brown-Eyed Girl and Mr.Blue Eyes, loaded them up in the car with the double stroller in tow. We participated in my 3rd ever Susan G Koman Race for the Cure Breast Cancer Walk. I had every intention of actually running the 5K this year. The more I thought about it, I actually decided I would rather like to make this an annual family affair. I signed up with the Pink Ponies again and we walked with several friends.
The very first time I walked as a Pink Pony I was 6 months pregnant with my Brown-Eyed Girl.
The following year I pushed her in the stroller.
Memories for the baby book!
Yesterday we talked about women we know or have known who have been affected by breast cancer. There were moments of laughter, moments I fought to hold back tears and simply just moments of silence where words just weren't enough.
I was so touched to see the women wearing pink survivor shirts all around me. These women were grandmothers, mothers and daughters. There were husbands there supporting their wives and children walking hand-in-hand with their mothers. There were also fathers and children walking "In Memory Of" that truly pulled at the heart strings.
I am amazed every year at the numbers that show up for this event. I was privileged to be among just over 50,000 participants registered to make a difference.
Until 2012!
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