For the thirteenth straight year, I am walking. Over the last twelve years, I have walked in 23 events, 1,380 miles. This year, I will be walking an additional 120 miles. In at least two locations; Twin Cities, Philly, and San Diego. Next November I will have walked 1,440 over the past twelve years. But this year, I’m walking 180 miles.
I am dedicating those 180 miles to a courageous 19 YO who should be worrying about mid-terms, texting, boyfriends, and gas money. Instead she’s worrying about BRCA tests, preventive mammograms, her ability to mother children, and history repeating itself. You see, even when this bullshit disease doesn’t strike you, it can still strike you. I can’t imagine the gravity of the choices she’s faced with, but if I keep walking, we may figure something out that can help her.
I'm also dedicating those 180 miles to someone I graduated high school with but didn't really meet until recently. You know who you are. You know you're gong to beat this. But this is STILL for you.
Even though I already have plenty of reasons to walk, new ones keep popping up. I’m walking for Dave. A high school friend struck down WAY to young, and for his sister Carol, another dear friend, a Breast AND Pancreatic Cancer Survivor
I’m walking for Alex, Erica, and Gabriella. Alex fought three years longer than any doctor though he would, but not longer than we thought he would.
I’m walking for a breakthrough medication that can allow BRCA positive people to delay their choices.
I’m walking because the people that continue to swirl into and out of my life are affected by cancer; people I just met, people I see every day, people I haven’t seen in years. Sharon, Alex & Erica, Gale, Karen, Jodi, Trish, Marabeth, Helen, Sue, Chris, Karn, and way too many others.
I’m walking for Shannen Doherty and Christina Applegate, and to stop my childhood from crumbling away.
I’m walking for an amazing friend named Teresa. Gone way too soon, also for Brigette, Cathy, Celeste, Shannon, Tina, Lisa, Staci’s grandmas, Kim, Amy, Rick’s wife, John’s wife, Greg’s wife, and everyone you love who has been taken by this unacceptable horseshit.
I’m walking for Lee. The first MALE breast cancer I ever met, gone too soon, from a disease that simply doesn't discriminate. Walk on, brother. I'm walking for his wife, who's walked enough.
I’m walking for Sharon, Viv, Jen, Gail, Catherine, Alex, another Sharon, Gail, and every survivor I met on the 3-Day and everyone I know dealing with this, but this year, especially, for Jodi.
I’m walking for Dan, Dusty, Dylan, John, Frank, Andrew, David, Jim, Rob, Simon, and every other man I ever walked with. We know you don’t need us, but you can’t stop us.
I’m walking for a potential breakthrough that can arrest the effects of triple negative breast cancer and allow chemo to work more effectively discovered by a sixteen year old.
I’m walking for Friends with Heart, and the amazing support they gave me at a time when it was all going to hell, and for friendships I made the likes of which I haven’t experienced since middle school. I miss all of you constantly. Doesn’t seem possible to be having that much fun while doing that much good.
I’m walking for my entire 3-Day Family, everyone I’ve ever walked with, and for everyone they’ve walked for, but especially for Becky, Jenn and Staci, and for everyone THEY are walking for, and for the focus and inspiration they provide me with. I will carry your fears, concerns and victories in my heart every step of the way. I will embrace your freindship forever.
I’m walking because I believe we all have an obligation to change the world around us and because I believe service to others is the rent we pay for the privilege of spending time alive. And because walking challenges me, physically, emotionally, and spiritually to be a better man.
I’m walking because of the inexhaustible spirit, limitless energy, and undying strength that I guiltlessly sponge off of Dr. Sheri Prentiss. You are amazing, and we would follow you for 60 THOUSAND miles. Thanks for your friendship, your fundraising cooperation, and your love. I decided against auctioning off your DNA on my Superhero cape for charity.
I’m walking for the potential of blood test cancer detection and the possibility of Mammograms becoming obsolete in the near future.
I’m walking for a bunch of Sh#theads, DPs, Rockers, Active Singles, and everyone else in my ever increasing social circle. Not just because you’ve been amazingly helpful, not just because so many of you have told me how much what I do means to you. Also because the people in my demographic are squarely in the crosshair’s of this thing’s target market.
I'm walking for Tombraider, Professor McGonagall, and Foxy Brown.
I'm walking as a constant reminder to the medical community to stay focused on this cause, and to the rest of the world to be sympathetic. I’m walking in spite of anyone, including the CDC, Congress, and everyone else who thinks they have the right to make social and political determinations that could affect our health and well-being, or even kill us.
I’m NOT walking because I give a crap about abortion, copyrights, who the President is, fracking, pink spatulas, or any other media induced blood thrown into the waters to stir up controversy. I AM walking because I believe in women’s health and because I want to save lives, and for the people who I know this helps directly, for the stories I’ve heard, for the signs I’ve seen, and for all the hugs and smiles I’ve shared.
I’m walking for everyone that voted for and bought both of those calendars.
I’m walking for everyone who thinks that Breast Cancer research and programming are over-funded. If you feel this way, stop on by, and I’ll be happy to introduce you to my friend, Cathy. Oh wait, no I won’t. She’s dead. But I can introduce you to her husband and children so you can share your opinion with them.
I'm walking for anniversaries, graduation parties, grandchildren, christenings, retirements, and everything else people shouldn't have to miss out on.
I’m walking for ALL of the potential breakthroughs this can yield.
I’m walking for an 18 year old college girl, and because not walking while armed with this knowledge isn’t acceptable.
I’m walking for the thirteenth year. It’s been an amazing journey about more than just pink ribbons, silly costumes, jello shots, and camaraderie. I have walked over 1,300 miles in 8 cities during the past eleven years, and I’ll be walking 180 miles in 3 cities this year alone. But I need your help. I have a lot of money to raise, that will do a lot of good. It will be used for education, programming, research, screenings, and mammograms and treatments. I will keep walking the miles, but I need your help.
Will you help me? Walk with me? Support me? Donate?
Thanks for reading!