I stole three bottles of water from a local coffee shop this morning. I made it all the way back out to my car when I remembered I needed water too. I set the coffees down on the trunk of my car and ran back in. The line was double the size that it was like, a minute before. (How is that even possible?!) No one noticed me with the bottles of water I grabbed from the cooler.
I didn’t feel like waiting.
So… I walked out with them.
(I sort of feel awesome.)
I’m lucky. In my short life, I have never been directly affected by cancer. Myself, my parents, grandparents nor any of my extended family has had to deal with someone being diagnosed or, God forbid, passing away from cancer. (Knock on wood.) That’s why I’m walking. I’ve never had to watch a love one suffer. I’ve never had to stand by someone while they fought and battled with everything they had to beat cancer. I’ve never had to hold someones had while they endured chemotherapy… and I hope like hell that I never have to.
Life is short, this much I know. Life is also very uncertain. Someone that I love could be diagnosed with breast cancer tomorrow, my future daughters or their daughters or even me could be diagnosed with breast cancer. They say that the best prevention is early detection. Me? I think the best prevention is ACTION. The best prevention for breast cancer is finding a cure. I don’t want to have to have to fear that this will happen to me. I don’t want to pray that it doesn’t happen to my future daughter. I want there to be a cure for breast cancer for me, for my children and for their children. I want there to be a cure so that husbands don’t have to keep losing wives, mothers don’t have to lose daughters and daughters don’t have to lose mothers.
Breast cancer doesn’t care if your black or white, young or old. This morning… just a few minutes ago, I took action. I signed up for the Susan G. Komen 3 Day Race for the Cure. I’m going to walk 60 miles over three days in Philadelphia. Sound crazy? I’m sure that it might. But to me? It’s a small sacrifice to make and i’m grateful to have the chance to do it. I’m grateful for the opportunity to make a difference. The 2009 Philadelphia Breast Cancer 3-Day Walk will be my 1st 3-Day Walk and the 3rd year for my team, Birds for Boobs. The team and has had tremendous success, but we still have not crossed the ultimate finish line…to find a cure for breast cancer.
I walk because I want to one day live in a world without breast cancer.
I walk because everyone deserves a lifetime.
I walk because I can’t walk away.
I walk for your daughter,
I walk for your wife.
I walk for your family,
I walk for life.
And I will continue to walk until we cross the ultimate finish line and FINISH BREAST CANCER FOREVER!
The Breast Cancer 3-Day is a 60-mile walk over the course of three days. Net proceeds benefit Susan G. Komen for the Cure and National Philanthropic Trust, funding important breast cancer research, education, screening, and treatment.
Please, consider giving up your cup of coffee today. Help me make a difference. There are 150 people subscribed to this blog according to google reader. If each one of you donates $10… that’s $1500. If each one of you could post on your blog then who knows how much we could raise. We could change the world. Please, consider helping me in any way that you can… I’ll be so grateful and so will so many other women. Here’s the link to my personal page for the walk. Really guys, every little bit helps. I know that in this economy, it’s hard to part with anything… but please think about who you are helping! I would love to surpass my goal of $5000, and with your help… I can.
Please visit here to make a donation.
Care to join me in Philadelphia? Join the team! Today is the last day that you can sign up and get a $35 discount on the registration fee. Don’t worry about knowing anyone on the team… I don’t either. :) If you are in the Philadelphia area, I would LOVE to see your beautiful face.
my heart has been through a LOT lately. I’m sad, i’m frustrated and i’m angry. At the same time though, i’m happy, excited and relaxed. It’s hard to explain really. I have NO IDEA what i’m doing, I have NO IDEA where i’m supposed to be in life right now except for the place i’m at.
What I do know, is that every girl deserves her fairytale. Every girl deserves to feel the way that we fantasize about from the time we are old enough to watch Cinderella. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not naive and I know that relationships/marriages/love in general isn’t all sunshine and pretty flowers. But I DO know that its all the little moments that make everything worth it. I DO know that if a guy REALLY cares, he isn’t going to be afraid to show it. I DO know that so many of us settle because we’re scared. I know how hard it is to go from wanting to and thinking you’re going to spend the rest of your life with someone to just… not.
It’s a weird thing, being alone. See, i’ve never really BEEN alone. Well, not since I was like… seventeen. I’ve always had a boyfriend. When I didn’t have a boyfriend I had a guy that was interested in me. When I didn’t have a guy that was interested in me, I surrounded myself with the few girlfriends I had so that I wasn’t alone. I don’t even know if i’m really alone now. I mean, I am. The guy that is currently expressing an interest in me has been on vacation for a week, so I haven’t had that to hide behind. I haven’t seen Sara since sunday. If you know me, you know how huge that is. I literally FREAK OUT when i’m by myself, when i don’t have a backup plan.
I know I went through a version of this whole break up thing in August/September. Somehow though, that was different. Back then, I RAN. I didn’t stay in Jersey and face this head on. Is it hard? FUCK yes it is. I still don’t know what I want to happen, but I do know that I deserve to be swept off my feet. I deserve to know that i’m with someone who is absolutely crazy about me.
If you are reading this and you know in the depths of your heart that you are settling but you’ve always been to scared to do something about it? (Because i’ve been there. I’ve lied to myself more times than I ever care to count. I’ve convinced myself that things were good when they clearly weren’t. I’ve settled. I’m worth more. YOU are worth more) Please don’t take a passive approach to your life. That’s one thing i’ve learned in the past few weeks. Stand up for yourself, go after your dreams and know that if you are even a little unhappy? You can do better. Just have a little faith.
Ohhhh, Morgan. I think when I read her post, I had very similar thoughts to her. DEAR GOD PLEASE DONT LET ME BE TAGGED. Considering I have no make up on, just stuffed my face with french toast and i’m curled up on a recliner with a blanket. Sure enough, Morgan being the peach she is, included me in her photo tag.
Here’s the rules:
Yeah, that’s me. I’ve spent the majority of last night trying to figure out how i’m going to come up with a post that is better than professing my love for the BJ. In all honesty? That’s sort of hard to top. Instead, I’m going to let you guys in on a little secret.
I AM ABSOLUTELY FUCKING PETRIFIED to meet the lovely bloggers that i’m traveling with to Vegas in June. Sure, i’ve been texting with and talking to Nicole for probably a year now. I’ve had more late night g-chats with Lily than I have people that I have actually met. But there’s also Erin, Elizabeth, Matt, K, Kyla, Katelin, Jamie, Brandy and the handful of other wonderful people who are still a little up in the air about whether or not they are coming along for this crazy adventure. You see… that’s a pretty effing all star list. And then there’s me. The girl that can’t decide whether or not she wants to keep her blog up, the girl that never really has much to say, the girl that was always the un-cool one until the last year or so of high school.
I’ve always been very true to the person I am on this blog, so… If you love me from what I write here, odd are you will like me in real life too. There are a lot of things in this world i’m not, but I would be hard pressed to find someone to tell me that i’m not honest. But to me, these bloggers I will be spending the weekend with? They are larger than life. They are the people I constantly check for updates on, they are the people who’s lives I have followed since there were less than 100 members on 20SB! I feel out of my league. I don’t feel like I belong hanging with people that are so awesome. Now, I don’t want you all to tell me how awesome I am. See, i’m not fishing for compliments. I know that i’m being a big fat weirdo about this… but I just sort of figured I would put how I felt out there.
Silly, I know. But, I am INCREDIBLY honored to be included in this group. Sure, I’m scred out of my MIND… but I know once I hit the Phoenix airport and knock back a shot with Lily before our connecting flight to meet Nicole all of my worries will be for nothing.
