Backstory

My wife was diagnosed with breast cancer in the fall of 2008. It was caught early. Aggressive bilateral mastectomy was the choice. My concern was the lack of a cohesive focus to find a cure. I wanted a definitive course, I wanted strong leadership, I wanted to know the solution. So, I did what any normally crazy supportive co-survivor would do... enlisted for an ironman. Donation link is http://www.kintera.org/faf/donorreg/donorpledge.asp?ievent=296523&supID=249789425

Friday, March 27, 2009

A thought

Right, wrong or indifferent. Call it sheltered or unexposed. But I never thought of cancer as something other then an organism that operated at the microscopic level. Lacking a body, lacking substance, and lacking shape. Once you learn that it does have a shape, that it grows, that it can be touched and is sometimes quite large... you learn to despise it.

Ran a few miles today, not a run goes by where a mile or two is not spent raging aginst cancer. Every footfall causing an imaginary footprint trampling it underfoot. It seems to be a therapy that works. No sense in changing that right now.

"Now I believe there comes a time, where everything just falls in line, we live and learn from our mistakes and the deepest cuts are healed by faith"

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