Race for the Cure

Last year, I thought about joining a 5K Race for the Cure just within our area.  It's an annual fundraising event to help every woman with her struggle with breast cancer until they find a cure.  It also helps promotes breast cancer awareness.  All of the money raised will be donated to organizations that provide assistance for breast cancer patients with low-income.  The money will help them with medical assistance such as screening, diagnostic breast health services, and access to treatment.  My mother underwent breast surgery a long time ago, and that's one of the reasons I wanted to join the race.  Thanks be to God, it wasn't malignant, and the surgery cured it!  But, it could have led into something serious, if it wasn't taken care of like it was supposed to.

I still feel sad that I didn't get to join the race.  It was too late when I found out about it.  The registration was over when I went on their website.  I was so looking forward to it, that it broke my heart when I found out there was no way I could join anymore.  My husband told me to look for other race events.  I did, but none like the Race for the Cure.

I wanted to be a part of something small, yet could make a big difference in someone else's life.  I also wanted to earn a shirt, or, if they even have anything like promotional frisbees they give you at the end of the race that had the pink ribbon printed on it with the logo that said, "Race for the Cure.  You know, just something to hold on to and remind me of something most people won't even dare to think about doing for others.  That I can at least tell myself later on in life, I helped made a difference.  I would have loved to wear that shirt around, not to show off, but to let others know I also support the fight against breast cancer.  I think, every woman should.  It is something we must be aware of.  Cancer is no joke!  That's why I have high respect for those who are in constant battle with the disease, and are still staying strong in spite of all the pain they have to endure.

May God bless them!

I know it's not too late for me to feel sad about not being able to make it last year.  I still have plenty of time to do it.  And that's one promise I intend to keep when we come back from my husband's sea duty.  I just don't know if there's anything like this in that place.  If there is, I will look it up and see if I'd be able to join.

I told my husband that if I'll ever join marathon events, I will start from something like the Race for the Cure.  Not only is it better for a beginner like me, I also will get the chance to be a part of an event that is meant to save other people's lives.  To me, that's even better than winning a medal in the end.  To see a smile on the face of even at least one of the breast cancer patients would be more than enough for me, as a prize.