Tomorrow I will participate in the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure. My sister and I walked it a couple years ago and while I don't know anyone who has specifically had breast cancer, in my mind it was still a day to reflect on those who have had to fight any form of cancer. Two years ago my list was small and mainly consisted of grandparents and aunts and uncles who had been much older.
Unfortunately for me this year, I find myself with two women in my life who are currently battling cancer and both of whom are right around my age or younger. I found out about both cases suddenly and unexpectedly and I'll tell you...my head had no idea how to wrap itself around that information. I literally didn't know how i was supposed to process that information...I don't know if I'll ever figure that out. Its too early for me to have friends with cancer (god that sounds like a super sad chick flick). Friends who are wives and mothers and sisters and some of the most wonderful women I've met so far.
And while I can't even imagine how I would deal with the magnitude of fighting this disease, these two women are doing it flawlessly, courageously and unabashedly. I see them smiling through the recovery, talking candidly about the most private moments and finding something positive in every day. They've basically said fuck you cancer, its not my time, and I can only hope if I ever have to face this down their stories will be what drag me along.
So while they recuperate and spend time gaining strength again, Im going go out and smash a 5K tomorrow. This one's for you two.