Sunday, August 26, 2007
The following are some pictures from my first Breast Cancer 3-Day experience; August 10-12, 2007 in Chicago. If you are looking at this website, you most likely have been directed here because you kindly donated to this cause. Allow me to thank you once again for your part in this amazing journey. These pictures depict only a small snippet of the simply enormous effort and number of people in this event. Photo credits go to my father Jim, my friend Jaime, and my new-found friend and "official photographer" for my group, Rose.
Thank you for visiting my site. And thank you for helping to make a difference in the fight against breast cancer.
Our guardian angel.
The walk just officially began...we all just filed out of the opening ceremony, through a long tunnel of cheering crew, volunteers, and supporters. We couldn't help but stop for this photo op. And I don't think any of us knew at this point how much we would come to adore this angel (and fairy, in another picture) - the sound of something as simple as a bike bell gave us strength and energy.
The support of the community was overwhelming. From displays like this to people standing along the sidewalk with bags of ice. There were signs in yards. A sign saying "I was diagnosed in 1967, and am still here today" (we all cheered the house, having no idea if anyone was home); a table and chair set up in a yard, with a posterboard in honor of a loved one, messages, and a big bucket of licorice; and just when we thought we couldn't eat another popsicle, a lady standing along the sidewalk putting them in our hands as she said, "I am alive today because of you" (through tears, we looked at each other and said, "well, now we have to eat them!").
The support was too much to list.
One of our favorite pit stops.
Rose, Cathy, volunteer, and Me.
With the possible exception of Victoria's Secret, I don't think there was a place on the planet with more [pink] bras that day...behind us on the clothes line, lining the food, drink, and medical tents, along a line leading back to the road...
We are walking into the central closing ceremony area. To my right are Cathy and Rose, the 2 walkers who adopted me first thing Friday morning.
After the walkers were in the central area, the survivors who walked came down the center...you can see what our tribute was as they walked by us. An emotional moment to say the least.
8 Survivors were chosen to start the walk, and thus signified the official close of the walk. They stood in a circle similar to this in opening ceremonies as well.