The Race for the Cure was unbelievable on Saturday - there were thousands. A sea of pink - it was pretty amazing.
During the survivor walk, I met a lady who is going on her fourth year of survival and she cried the entire time. She told me she was walking for all of the young girls who were just beginning life's journey - hoping that together we can make the road easier and less painful for them by ending breast cancer. She also shared with me that last year when she reached the end of the survivor walk that her daughter and granddaughter were standing there waiting for her and how that made her feel. Her granddaughter is a down syndrome baby and she explained how this baby has blessed their life and their home. In my ventures out in these cancer arenas, I have truly met some HEROES. People like this lady who look beyond set backs, allowing the set backs to become there set ups for blessings. Taking what is sometimes the best life can give you and allowing God to mold you something beautiful. As I walked on Saturday I looked over this crowd of determined people and I saw many heroes. This lady and I did not get to talk for long, but with little words she touched my life in a big way. Out of this sea of pink only a small percentage were actual survivors - most were people honoring those who they love and then there were those who just wanted to walk and take a stand against this horrific disease.
As a survivor of stage 4 breast cancer, I am thankful to all of these heroes (including my husband and son) who became a sea of pink.
More photos to come...........
