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My angel (Velda)

This year's run didn't turn out anything like I expected. Not one single thing. I had an awesome team! I love doing the run, but I hate doing the run. I don't want to do cancer anymore. I'm tired of it! I'm sick of it! I hate it!

We all gathered around each other on a cold wet day. There was one of us missing and that just broke my heart. Velda couldn't be with us this year because of her own battle with cancer.

Our team broke apart once the run began. Krista ran, Princess and Queenie walked together, Cute Boy's daughters and I walked together and bringing up the rear was Miss Mary and her little chicklets. The route this year was very hilly and not the most walker friendly route there ever was.

In the last 500 meters, Cute Boy's daughters and I caught up to mine. We were coming down the home stretch where Krista was already waiting, and out of the corner of my eye, was Velda. I didn't expect to see her at all. It was such a shock to me! I cried as I saw her and together we stood holding each other just on this side of the finish line. Hand in hand we walked together across the finish line. I don't know the last time I cried those kind of tears, until today!

Less than one week later, the tears have started again.

The run will be run again next year! I don't want to do the run anymore! I'm sick of it! While I was living the Run day and I was composing this entry in my head, I wanted it to be about hope (and it is) and a fighting spirit. Right now I'm all out of fighting spirit. I know I'll find it again. I will. I have no choice, but right now I'm all out of everything.

Tomorrow is a new day. A day that I can start over when my feet hit the floor. A day that has nothing but promise. Tomorrow will not bring me the heartaches of today. Today will not be lived again (thankfully).

I'm sorry!

Still Here

I'm still here. I'm just not taking the time to post. I don't have much to say. There is too many other demands on my time and heart. The blog will suffer and for that, I'm sorry.

Please be patient with me. I will be here when I can. I'm happy to finally see my followers number climb and I'll be sad to see if/when I lose one of you.

Where Walks The Angel?

I don't even know where to begin.

This has been a week for the ages. I'm more tired right now than I've ever been in my entire life. There is so much to say and so little that I want to say.

I know you read my blog and that makes it more difficult than anything. This is my safe place, my unload spot and you will read my fears. You know my fears because you know me, but to see them in black and white in front of you is more than I want you to ever see.

3 tumors in your brain and another on your lung! Life is a wonder. Caner is a bitch! Life is to be enjoyed and loved, appreciated and cherished NOT to be dreaded with 3 tumors and now another! You hold me up. I hold your hand. I cry the tears and you hold the tissue. You fight the fight and I'll be right there beside you holding your heart in my hands. This is not going to be easy, but you've got me under your wing and your friendship is forever embedded in my heart, so we are going to get through this. Whatever you face, I will face too!

You are one of a kind. You speak to me without words. You know me in a way few do. Words aren't necessary and the silence is of a precious gift. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you now or ever.

I love you!