|Last year's breakfast. Note the red eyes.|
This year, I felt a little numb (story of my life lately). I was given a "Best Comeback" award, which was extremely strange. I had this weird out of body experience as I was walking up to the front. Here were 3 other ladies in front of me. 2 of them weren't familiar to me but the other girl was about my age and had a brain tumor last year. Now she's running Boston for charity and awareness. So I began to feel self-conscious and wondered what everyone was thinking when they looked at me.
I was shaken out of my numbness by the story of one of our fellow runners who lost his battle with cancer last year. His wife delivered an elegant, sweet yet funny story about him which caused me an immense amount of survivor's guilt. Not that what I went through is anywhere similar to the fight he endured but the issue of surviving...why me and not him? Why any of us? Why am I getting so darn deep in this blog entry?? Hm. As we listened to this amazing story, I glanced out of the corner of my eye at Kathleen, who had tears in her eyes too. She simply said at the end of the breakfast, "we're lucky."
|Amanda, me, Kathleen (Leah was there too!)|
|Contact my girl Gloria for one--I'm in love!|