South Florida is awash in pink this week, and MomsMiami is no exception.
The site will turn even pinker! on Saturday, when we will also be sponsoring the kids events at the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure.
I hope some of you can come out and join us. It's going to be a great
Register for the race at http://www.komenmiaftl.org.
Read more about local moms surviving breast cancer in our News section.
I've been putting off my own involvement in the event. Partly due to (no doubt unwarranted) cynicism over all the hype. But mostly I've put it off because I didn't want to think about how breast cancer has touched my own life.
My aunt Annie died this summer after a 12-year battle with cancer that started in her breast.
At the time she was diagnosed, she had missed one mammogram.
The cancer spread quickly and the doctors told her she would live about six months.
But she was determined to beat it. And she did for so long. It seemed that every time one treatment stopped working, a new one came out. She survived so much radiation and chemo and surgery.
I remember the first time I saw her after the diagnosis. I jibed her, "You don't look sick.'' And I meant it. She wore a wig, took care of herself and still laughed about everything, even though the treatments made her so very ill.
Throughout my life, whenever I've pictured her, she was always laughing.
Even a couple of months ago on a visit back home, when I went to see her for the first time in years, she was laughing.
Despite a morphine drip that was no longer dulling the pain, confined to a hospital bed at her sister's house, she still seemed like her old self. And she still said she wasn't ready to go.
She hung on a few more weeks after that.
I will always think of her now as someone who believed in her own strength. That is what kept her alive all those years.
I will think of her on Saturday.
And I will think of all those in my husband's family who have had and survived breast cancer. And I will think of my young daughters, and I will pray for a cure before they need it.