Every year for the past 5 or so, my family has participated in the Komen Race For The Cure. It is such an amazing and uplifting experience, and I enjoy every minute of it. It is so beautiful, to see the seemingly infinite sea of people, supporting the cause. What I have always loved, is seeing the amount of hot pink shirts given to the survivors, but at the same time, it hurts me so badly inside, knowing that so many had to suffer the same as my mom, and their families had to go through what my family and I went through. Nobody deserves to feel complete and utter helplessness. It is one of the worst things I think I have ever felt. Watching my mom die, day by day, and desperately wanting to do everything in the world to help her, but knowing I can’t do anything.
The race is so inspiring to me, knowing that all these people are here for one reason and one reason only: to make a difference. To rid the world of the demon we call Cancer. I love seeing all of the love, and feeling accepted, because most of the people racing have been affected by Cancer at one point in their life. While walking, I can literally feel the love embrace me like a warm blanket, on a freezing, stone cold December night. It is truly beautiful.
The team I always race with is Anne’s Warriors, a team my mom came up with had designed a shirt for. At the race, they always hand out pink squares of paper that say “Racing in Honor Of” on one side, and “Racing in Memory Of” on the other. This year will be my first year using the “In Memory” side. I will miss her with every stride I take, knowing she should be there beside me, but it will be her making every step of mine stronger, pushing me forward.
One of my favorite parts of the race personally, is seeing all of the things people wear and the amount of effort they put into it. I just love seeing the dedication and the passion people put into the cause.