Thursday, February 13, 2014

Why I Walk - Kicking Cancer in the Face

It's been very cold lately, especially for Dallas. Our office has closed several times because of ice and snow. I take a snow day as an excuse to go for a walk. If it's 25 degrees, I've been known to walk a quick 3.5 miles around the neighborhood...wearing at least 2 pairs of pants, 3 shirts, a sweatshirt, jacket, headband, and hood.
Jarrod thinks I'm crazy and you might too. 
But I'm Leanne...the walker and walking is what I do. Even when it's cold. Not just because it's great exercise, lowers my stress, and makes me feel good, but because walking is how I fight cancer.

In 2007, I cheered at my very first 3-day for the cure and I was hooked.
By 2008, I had logged hundreds of miles training and walked 60 miles over the course of 3 days. At that time I walked because my grandmother lost her battle with cancer. She was the only person I knew who died of cancer.
Since then I've met countless people who have battled or are battling cancer. I've watched friends lose friends and I've said goodbye to some of the most incredible people ever. Cancer means something more to me now that it's taken my friends - I want to kick it in the face every day. So every day I get up and walk, even when it's cold. That's my way of kicking cancer in the face.
When I first began walking it was because I never met my grandma. The people I knew who battled cancer were old and it was somewhat distant from me. Since 2008 I have walked in seven 3-day for the cure events. Dear loved ones have lost their battle with cancer. Young people have lost their battle with cancer. Children will grow up without their mamas and daddies. Grandparents won't get to meet their grandbabies.

Getting up early in the morning to walk won't kill me. In fact, in some way, it's saving lives. Walking when it's super cold isn't fun, but it's easier than chemo. Walking makes me tired sometimes, but not as tired as doctors appointments. Walking takes time away from my family and my job, but it's nothing compared to the time those who are battling lose because of treatment. Losing an hour on a Saturday morning is nothing compared to a life cut short.

This morning it was very cold, but halfway through my walk the sun came out. I checked my phone and learned that a young man had lost his battle with cancer this morning. He left a wife and three little babies. My grandma missed meeting her grandchildren, but this man will miss watching his babies go to kindergarten. Cancer is sneaky. I don't know what to do about that. I cannot bring him back. All I can do is walk. He didn't get a lifetime and that breaks my heart.

I walk to raise awareness. I walk to raise funds. I walk to cure cancer. Will you join me in the fight?
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1 comment:

  1. This post almost brought tears to my eyes. I really loved reading your third last paragraph.



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