The Race for the Cure was held in Phoenix this morning. I ran the 5K for survivors and, for me it was an uplifting experience. It brought back fond memories of the many foot races I have run in the past. And I talked with other women who have had cancer, have recovered and are living quite normal lives. Some asked how long I have been cured and I had to tell them that I am a cancer patient, soon to take this journey.
I talked with a young woman named Julia who told me that she had a double mastectomy five years ago and that she is doing well today. But then she told me that her husband had testicular cancer and they believe that their cancers were due to where they grew up, in a mining community. And even though Julia had a history of cancer in her family, she still thinks it was caused by environmental factors.
I did the race in about forty minutes; slow compared to what I used to do in my younger years. But I ran the whole way, never walked and I feel great for doing it. And I plan on being there next year with another story to tell, one of success in overcoming this new obstacle in my life. Cancer is my unwanted visitor and I want it gone.