Pink Glove Dance

Cancer has touched my life. In fact its made a catastophic hole in it at one point. I lost my father to Colon cancer eighteen years ago, on Thanksgiving day. This single event changed my life. Not only did I lose my first true love, but I lost a mentor, a friend, and someone who challenged me to be all I could be in this life. It's been eighteen years and I have still not gotten over the loss completely. Does that mean I haven't moved forward and I dwell on my loss every single moment of every single day? No, I don't. Time doesn't heal all wounds like the saying goes, but it does make them easier to handle and grow from them.

I've written a novel called, Dying to Live in which I give my main character Karen Ramsey breast cancer. I've given Karen this disease, because it still takes millions of lives and devastates others. I know, because it took two very dear friends from mine.

My mother in law, Mae, sent me this video. If this video gets over a million hits a medical supply company medline will donate money. I thought this was a great way to celebrate those we've lost and those who have won the fight. But also to celebrate those who take care of us and comfort us through the fight. They are some of the truest angels on earth.