Back in 2012 I walked in my first 3-day race. I joined because my Aunt Shirley had been diagnosed with breast cancer and I wanted to do something to help in some way. I felt powerless. This walk turned into so much more for me. In the Spring of 2012 my aunt was diagnosed with breast cancer. She won her battle and is now in remission, by the way. But in July of the same year I became pregnant for the first time and very quickly lost the baby. Again in September of 2012 I became pregnant. I became worried that I might lose this baby if I walked in the race, which started at the beginning of November. But on October 30th, days before the event, I lost the baby anyways. I struggled with what to do. Do I go on and race anyways, my hopes crushed, my body struggling to recover? Or do I stay home and heal. I decided to go. On day 1, I walked for Aunt Shirley. I did not get very far, only 7 miles. My body ached, and I was emotionally drained. On day 2, I walked for my mother-in-law who lost her battle to breast cancer years ago and I walked about 10 miles. As the days went on and I surrounded myself in the beautiful hope that this event creates, I began to heal. On day 3, I walked for the child I had lost. I walked the entire 20 miles, and came across the finish line a different person. This event not only helps fund research to cure this awful disease. It also heals.
It is estimated that in 2017 a mind-blowing 40,610 women will die of breast cancer in the U.S. alone (NIH, 2017). Help me to not only fight this vicious disease, but also to thank the wonderful organization that helped me heal my worst wound.