The Relay

Well, I will start by saying that Sorelle Di Lotta won first place for new small team fundraising. We made $2231.57. Now I gotta triple that for next year. it didn't start out well, setting up alone wasn't fun and I had no idea who would actually show up to walk and I had no idea what to do as team captain. My sister only added to the stress at first because she was edgy because she didn't know what was going on. But neither did I. The 'slumber party' part of it didn't really take, but all in all it went well. We sold a buttload of raffle tickets and I even got up to do karaoke at 4am. 'I will survive' and 'Ice Ice Baby.' Glad I got to treat everyone to my vocal 'talents.'



It was a lot of work, and a lot of fun.

it was nice to be next to people I know. Bridget's Brigade was right next to us. I work with Bridget's dad and really dig her mom. If you don't know Bridget's story you can read it here. (the article is more than a year old) When I have crap days- I think of her. And if she can beat the bad days and still be a regular 3 year old- I don't have anything to complain about.
We're planning next year to let the older girls spend the night. (Bridget and Iris are a week apart) That will be fun. Next year I'll know what I'm doing. Plus, I'll have a whole year to cause some trouble.

On another note- I was watching "Celebrity Apprentice" and Wow, Sharon Osborne just said something epic. "I thought I could start a charity and have it be like Elton John's, but nobody cares about colon cancer cause it's up your ass and it's not sexy." Too true, it seems. Not to take away from any other causes but no- it's not sexy. And don't even think of creating "Appendix Cancer Awareness" because the typical response is "I didn't know you could get cancer there... can't they just take it out?"
Why, yes, they can, but you can still get cancer there and it can still spread to other organs and kill you. Look at the damn scar on my belly that has been accessed 3 times to work on my insides and it will probably be used more to save my life as much as possible. ugh. aggravating. So a good weekend, but cancer still pisses me off.

I did meet a couple more cancer survivors- I didn't get to speak to as many as I wanted but time seemed to be something I didn't have much of- even though I didn't sleep a wink. Now I can rest a bit and concentrate on what's in store for me. Doc's appointments this week with a new Oncologist and then with the genetics counselor. My mother is the one that should be going to this appointment but she may not even make it there. grrr. At least by the end of this week I will have a game plan.