I gave what I could, but it was never as much as I would've liked.
Nine years ago, my brother called me at work to tell me that Mom was in the hospital. She was in bad shape and asking for me. I flew north on the first available flight.
The moment I saw her, I knew she was dying. A couple days later, the doctors confirmed that she had cancer. She had breast cancer that had spread into her lungs. By the time she got to the hospital, it was too late. There was nothing the doctors could do.
She died three weeks later.
I have a good reason for telling you all of this. On Oct. 9, as part of the Ken 2.0 project, I will be participating in the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure. I've donated to this charity before, but this is the first time that I'm walking.
I'm doing it for my own health, because obesity is a contributing factor to cancer, but mainly I'm doing it for my Mom.
Because I love her. Because I miss her. And because I don't want anyone else to lose someone they love to breast cancer.
I'd like to invite you to join me. I'm probably going to walk the whole 5K, but there are a range of distances you can walk or run. We can spend a little time together or the entire race.
If you cannot join me, please consider making a donation to breast cancer research. I'm trying to raise at least $1,000 but hopefully much more.
To join me or to make a donation, please go online to http://tinyurl.com/24wmp9x.Fat-to-fit Blog