Like many others, my family has been affected by breast cancer. We have participated in the CIBC Run for the Cure almost every other year since 2000. It’s an emotional, inspiring day and this year was my first year as a runner.
In the past, I chose to walk the race route along with my siblings, cousins, husband and friends. After our very first event in 2000, we gathered at our uncle’s house for pizza and beer to honour his dearly missed wife, my mother’s youngest sister.
Since her passing, my father lost his mother to breast cancer in 2004 and his only sister in 2006. My sister-in-law has been in remission for over five years. My aunt for over twelve years. My husband’s aunt for almost two.
What this day means to everyone involved would be impossible for me to articulate, so I won’t even try. My younger sister and I ran alongside each other, weaving through bibs decorated with the names of mothers, grandmothers, daughters, wives, sisters and friends.
When I crossed the finish line after my first 5k ‘race’ ever, my husband and three daughters were cheering in the crowd.
It was surreal, not only to have come so far with my own health but to celebrate it at an event like the Run for the Cure.
It was a good day.