Today was the Race for the Cure.
I've lost count how many people have asked me why I did not go.
Seriously? Like I would boycott something as wonderful as that?
I always forget when it is. And it's more fun to go with a group. But the main reason was that I've never done it before, and the first time I go I want to go with my Mom.
People find it shocking that we don't "think pink" every waking minute. For a long time, I pretended like I never thought about the fact my mom has cancer. When we got so much bad news all the time, it was so much less complicated to say, "she's okay!" and change the subject.
This would actually be the first year that the race would seem like the celebration it's supposed to be, and not a huge reminder of what we're facing.
Yeah, so we weren't in Little Rock this weekend.
But, every day she gets up and goes to work, stays out late at my sisters' ballgames, teaches Sunday school ... all after a round of chemo, I promise you she's racing.