Breast cancer is not a topic in our house. It is very rarely mentioned in conversation, if ever. That’s not to say it’s off-limits — if my sons have a question, all they have to do is ask.
But see, we lived through it, and now we’re done. BUT I NEVER, EVER WANT MY BOYS TO FORGET. Because cancer is not a focal point, it could easily become forgotten — you know, the stuff that “out-of-sight, out-of-mind” is made of. And I do not want that. I don’t want my boys growing up, burying a part of our family’s story, and with that burial, missing the opportunity to give thanks and offer gratitude for how extremely fortunate we are.
So we take a specific day as a family to openly rejoice in the blessings of good health (and hopefully silently rejoice every other day of the year). Today was the day to shout from the rooftops. Today was the day to SOAR!
This morning, as my feet blindly searched for the wooly slippers that awaited them beside my bed, I gave thanks, as I do every morning…but I extended that gratitude with every step throughout the day. Each step upstairs to wake my boys, hand them their walk-shirts, pin our numbers on, smile for the camera — through all of it, I gave thanks. And I can only hope they did, too.
We walked beside hundreds of smiling people, all celebrating Life. The walkers’ dogs even appeared to have smiles on their faces as they panted through the thick, muggy Dallas morning. Click, click, click went the doggy toenails as they pranced down the road, happy little souls. Souls who always appear grateful.
As I walked, I surveyed my boys’ faces. My husband’s face. I became aware of the slight hint of a smile on my own face and in the creases around my eyes. And I knew those were the smiles of peace. The peace one feels when you trust that all is well.
All is well, my friends. Take a look around you, within you, walk to the mirror if you need to and look into your own eyes, inhaling and exhaling slowly until the peace arrives. Hold it there, allow it to settle. And give thanks.
We may not discuss breast cancer much. But we sure do honor and celebrate the absence of it!
I’d like to offer a huge THANK YOU to the Cancer Support Community of Dallas for putting on such a top-notch event! My family and I look forward to supporting you every year in the One Run and throughout the year in your numerous, generous endeavors. For those who are unfamiliar with the Cancer Support Community (formerly known as Gilda’s Club), they provide programs and support to all patients AND their caregivers, children, etc. who are touched by cancer — all free of charge. They are an amazing organization with a huge heart. Look them up and see if one is in your city.
Subdued family pose:
Warming up a little….
2 Years Cancer-Free:
After the walk, watch him celebrate, see him SOAR:
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