Love (My Husband) Thursday
Okay, so I promised not to gush about my husband so much.
I just can't help it.
Tomorrow, my husband is taking his entire weekend to ride his bike 192 miles in support of finding a cure for cancer.
I don't very often talk about the fact that I had cancer but I did. When I was 26, I battled cervical cancer, which left my fertility in question. I think I've successfully answered that question (two kids later) but the whole cancer thing? Really not that fun, as experiences go.
I don't talk about it much because there are so many people facing so much worse in the way of cancer and treatment. I don't actually think about myself in terms of being a cancer survivor, even though, obviously, I am one and, having successfully beaten the Giant Beast, my life is better than I ever could have imagined. (Yes, that is a personal best for the number of commas used in one sentence. Please hold your applause.)
Anyway, my husband rode the Ride for the Cure in Austin with my name pinned to his jersey. He never forgets, see, that had things turned out a little differently, not only would we not have these two amazing children, but I might not be his wife.
Cancer is doing horrible things, often to really good people and all TOO often, to people who won't get to talk about their happy endings. I'm so proud of my husband for his commitment to making a difference.
I just can't help it.
Tomorrow, my husband is taking his entire weekend to ride his bike 192 miles in support of finding a cure for cancer.
I don't very often talk about the fact that I had cancer but I did. When I was 26, I battled cervical cancer, which left my fertility in question. I think I've successfully answered that question (two kids later) but the whole cancer thing? Really not that fun, as experiences go.
I don't talk about it much because there are so many people facing so much worse in the way of cancer and treatment. I don't actually think about myself in terms of being a cancer survivor, even though, obviously, I am one and, having successfully beaten the Giant Beast, my life is better than I ever could have imagined. (Yes, that is a personal best for the number of commas used in one sentence. Please hold your applause.)
Anyway, my husband rode the Ride for the Cure in Austin with my name pinned to his jersey. He never forgets, see, that had things turned out a little differently, not only would we not have these two amazing children, but I might not be his wife.
Cancer is doing horrible things, often to really good people and all TOO often, to people who won't get to talk about their happy endings. I'm so proud of my husband for his commitment to making a difference.
**If you are interested in learning more about the Pan Mass Challenge, below is a link to a very moving talk given at last years kickoff funding event for the PMC from Dr. Sam Blackman that provides an incredibly symbolic description of the magic that surrounds this event. http://www.pmc.org/ems_client/
http://www.pmc.org/profile/
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It must be a sign that I'm getting older, but in the past year I've found out that 3 women whome I know and love dearly have been diagnosed.
One finished her chemo a few months back, has been pronounced cancer-free, and just recently had her first haircut since her hair has come back!
A second is currently fighting her second battle against breast cancer.
And the third, having just finished breast cancer treatment about six months ago, is back in treatment as it has spread to her lungs.
Bless these amazing women as they struggle to maintain dignity and beat this beast.
Go, Coop! [Go, Barb!]