I wouldn't say I am a writer. Actually I use a lot of .... to end my sentences which makes me a poor writer.
I have thought about blogging about my sister Abby and our Susan G Komen 3 Day team for a long time.
June 2006, I was sitting at MD Anderson with Abby & a friend feeling frustrated of not being able to do anything about our current situation. I was surrounded by volunteers of pins and pink ribbons. Many ideas of walking 60 miles in 3 days. The funny thing is when I thought about it I never once thought wow that is a far distance, or I can't do that! The only thought I had was I have to do something to fight this disease! I couldn't let her do it alone!
Not knowing what I was getting myself into I moved forward. I began the team Abby's Angels. I called my best friend who had asked me all year "how can I help?" I answered her.... walk with me! (be careful for what you ask people!) I was blessed to have friends of my sisters to join in the walk.
In 2007, Abby not yet cured of breast cancer... she walked. (For those who think they can't do it.. she had a collapsed lung and walked in temperatures in the 90's!)
Abby lost her fight to breast the following year. My world would forever never be the same.
Feeling as helpless as I did in the beginning I continue to walk and raise money for Susan G Komen. Why only her? They are the largest grass root organizations that raise money for the CURE of breast cancer. If you knew my sister she liked to work with the biggest and the best!
I have now done 5, 3Day walks and as a team we have raised almost $100,000 for Susan G Komen Foundation. Last year, I wondered why do I keep doing this? Would she want me to? To be honest, the Chicago 3 Day rocks~ but it is grueling. It is always in August and it's either hot or raining... I have met amazing people along the miles: sisters, mothers, survivors, husbands, friends. I have been able to remember Abby and share her life story with just the same. Why do I walk? Why do I walk? I kept asking myself that last year.......
Why?
To remember and never to forget Abby. That is one thing she asked of me and wanted from others.