Champions of Hope

Same song.  Different verse.  That's how we all feel.

Still pain.  Still nausea.  Still an achy body.  Still sleeps for days at a time.

That pretty sums up how her days have been since the last post.



Saturday morning was not the norm.  She made herself get up.  She forced a smile, when really all she wanted to do was throw up.  She went.  She cheered.  She prayed.  She cried.

Saturday was the Champions of Hope Breast Cancer 5K in Dothan.  Since she didn't feel well enough to make the Ozark walk, she was determined to attend this one.  It was the perfect day to celebrate such brave, incredible women.  Even though she was hurting and didn't feel good, she toughed it out at stayed until we all finished.  It warmed my heart so much to see her sitting there, cheering us on like she didn't have a hurt in the world.

It was such a fun morning.  Seeing lots thousands of people decked out in their pink.  Overhearing lots of best friends/sisters/daughters/family talking about their loved one who was fighting or had won the battle.  Catching up with friends.  Having some of THE best friends a girl could have walking/running beside me in my mother's honor.  The encouragement.  The support.  The love.

It was a good morning.  Wish it came more than just one time out of the year.  For those few hours, to see mother out of bed, in the sunshine, made me the happiest girl in the world.