Nine years ago I was diagnosed with Breast Cancer. I wish to hell that I was the only one, but unfortunately, this war drafts way too many... kills way too many... impacts way too many. And it does not discriminate -- mostly women, some men, and too many too young to have to fight it. None of us fight alone... we bring our families, friends and children along for ride.
If you think hearing you have cancer is devastating; try telling your child you have cancer. I know. I had to tell my son.
My supporters get it. Some have had a personal scare. Some have lost their mothers, sisters or wives. Others, like me, battling cancer has become their new normal.
So, I am going to lace up my sneakers one more time and pray that this is the last time. But if it isn't, I will lace them up again and again until no one else has to tell their child, or bury their mother, or earn their stripes battling the great evil equalizer.
If you share this passion to beat the hell out of cancer, please donate to the cause. And denomination is welcome. And if your company will match your donation -- please let them! They have this money earmarked to causes that their employees feel passionate about.
Thank you in advance....