1 in 8 women will be diagnosed with breast cancer in their lifetime. I'm one of the lucky 7. And so far, my mom, my daughter, and my daughters-in-law are too. Sara isn't. I met her when we were both training for separate 3-days. As I type this, she's recovering from reconstructive surgery following a double mastectomy. Barb wasn't. My sister in law beat the disease years ago and is watching her 6 beautiful grandchildren grow up. Julie wasn't. We went to church together, our daughters were friends and she taught me about circular & double pointed knitting needles. She lost her long hard battle last month.
I don't know why they haven't cured cancer by now. I don't know how real the pharmaceutical conspiracy theories are, or why we can send a woman into space but we can't save her life. But I do know that every major advance in the fight against breast cancer has been touched by a Komen grant.
I did my first 3-Day in 2010... many of you remember I shaved my head as a fundraiser. Training and walking 60 miles in 3 days is brutal, and crazy and amazing. Someday I hope to do it again.
This year, I'm crewing the 3-day in the Twin Cities. I always said walking was hard but crewing was harder, and I'd never do it. Crewing a 3-day turns it into a 4-day, but you don't have the $2300 minimum to raise, and you don't have the training miles to put in. It's 4 long days and I'm nervous about being the new kid on the crew, but excited to once again be a part of this life changing event that means so much to so many.
Today, I'm turning 46 years old. I'm incredibly healthy and so is everyone around me. I'm not one to make a big deal about my birthday, but this year I'm hoping to find 46 people to make a $7 donation to my 3-Day fundraising. Because I'm one of the seven, not the 1 in 8.
And because everyone deserves a lifetime.