I am wearing pink today, I think for the first time in my life.
It's not a color that I ever thought went well with this 6-3, 250-plus pound frame. Not that I look bad in pink -- it has just never been on my list of colors to wear.
But today I don pink for the Advocate's Project Pink in observance of Breast Cancer Awareness Month. The go-getters here at the paper have organized a gathering that starts at 11 a.m., and I am more than happy to show my support for the project that benefits the Guardians of the Ribbon, the folks that have the pink firetruck and help breast cancer patients whether they need gas money or help paying hotel bills while getting treatment.
The paper is also featuring stories on cancer survivors. God bless them all.
I wear pink today also for my sister Beth, who died at 41 from breast cancer. I vividly recall visiting her in the hospital, not too far removed from her final day 19 years ago. As I leaned down to kiss her goodbye before I left, she whispered, "It's OK. I get to see daddy again." Our father had died the year before.
I wish I had courage like that in my daily life.God bless Beth. God bless anyone dealing with or who has dealt with cancer. God bless those who assist those with cancer.
God bless pink.
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