Neither my Mom nor brother Tim ever asked why me. Instead they asked why not me. They accepted the lopsided challenge that is cancer. That's the type of true warriors they were in life. There was never one day I saw them complain even during some of the worst days. Instead charging forward to fight what was ultimately a rigged hand. Many days I wonder why I'm here. Why not me? One thing I do know is I'm here to help as long as I can run, walk, or crawl to find a cure.
My Mom and brother both died at 52. I am fast approaching that age and can say it is with a bit of trepidation. As I think about the things my Mom has missed seeing and I've missed sharing with her in the past 25 years it's painful but nothing that other families have not experienced. We are NOT unique.
As I think about what my brother Tim will miss seeing as he just passed away in Oct. '15 is precious family moments which meant the most to him. Touchstones like his son Liam graduating H.S. as well as college. Liam's games as he loved sports as much as his Dad did. Liam eventually marrying and having children. His beautiful wife Karen courageously moving forward honoring Tim's memory to make this world a better place and continuing to be the wonderful, caring, selfless Mother she was always meant to be. Again we are sadly NOT unique.
Please join us. Any amount helps. Let's finally end this once and for all. Kick cancer's ass!
P.S. I finished 6 out of 76 in my division and I'm not even a great runner. I pledge to finish in the top 5 of my division this year and I'm old!