Komen 3-Day Journey

A picture is worth a thousand words, While my skill with a pen (keyboard?) far exceeds my skill with a camera, I know these pictures will preserve precious memories for me. Day 1: My black lanyard marked me as a first year walker - notifying all of the more experienced walkers to check in with me frequently and make sure that all was well. The people on the bus! Look at all those Day 1, 5:30 am smiles! Look at MY 5:30 am smile! Locals wrote messages on the sand for walkers at

It is genuinely impossible to do justice to the 3-Day Walk for the Cure in a single Blog Post - or even a series. It is an experience of moments; vignettes that defy any attempt to weave them into a single storyline. I could turn many of those moments into individual posts - or pick innumerable individual story lines to explore. But doing so would create topic fatigue for anyone who hasn’t shared the experience. It is tantamount to telling a friend “you had to be there” as th

Tonight, like every night, I took the itty-bitty, white pill that prevents my cells from using any estrogen that might be floating around. But tonight, I feel the privilege of that action. My experience at the Susan G. Komen 3-Day Walk for the Cure isn’t best but understood in a chronological manner. So, while I will be sharing the details of my experience in all its beautiful chaos over the coming days, bear will me at I share the most impactful moment. As I closed in on the