RACE FOR THE CURE
Woohoo, my MIL and I did our 10th Race for the Cure today. Portland has the third biggest Race for the Cure in the country, and biggest on the west coast (estimated 50,000 people today). My mother is an eighteen-year survivor, and this has become our tradition. Each year I can hardly see through all the tears. It's so touching to see all the "In celebration of..." signs on people's backs, and more than I can stand to see the "In memory of..."
To stand beside my 81-year-old mother-in-law in her pink hat and special survivor's shirt, and my blossoming daughter, fills me. It fills me with solidarity. It fills me with awe of all those lives affected. It fills me with hope that we will find a cure.