What really hit home was how many people were wearing official pink race shirts. I actually teared up when I saw so many men and women of all ages, races, and ethnicities were wearing them. You see, the pink shirts represent being a breast cancer survivor.
The gray shirts were non-cancer survivor participants – hence me wearing a pink shirt and my daughter wearing a gray shirt. My daughter, being only 5-years-old, wanted a pink shirt like her mommy because it was a pretty color, but little does she know that I never want her to wear a pink shirt. I want her to be healthy and wear that gray shirt as long as possible – if not forever. One day I will explain everything to her and she will understand, but for now, I just didn’t have the heart to tell her more than giving her a general explanation. I didn’t want to scare her into thinking mommy was really sick and might die, because it’s not true, and don’t want to break her heart. I am not ashamed or broken. I am strong and brave. And I wore my pink shirt boldly but deep down wished I could have worn a gray shirt, too.
We were even entertained along the way with inspiring and upbeat music and volunteers cheering us on.
You can also read inspirational stories on the Susan G. Komen website and can even contribute your own story and share who the one person is in your life that is affected by breast cancer. You may even see my story on there!
Whatever you do, don’t just be a bystander. Do something. Be bold. Be Fearless. Make a Difference.
Thank you to Susan G. Komen for kindly sponsoring this post. All opinions and photos are 100% honest & completely my own.
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