Monday, September 29, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Jenny Sinanan, 2008 crew member. Annie's good friend for 24 years.
The "Moo Can Do It" Ladies, who cheer walkers along the way.
Friday, September 12, 2008
There are 3,300 walkers, who gathered at 6:30 am for opening ceremonies.
A note from our son, James H. S. Searle:
I would also like to thank all of those who have gotten behind the effort to fight this horrible disease. It is a shame that I will not be there to see the all of the bodies spread out over the road because it is quite a sight. Most importantly, I would like to say that I am tremendously proud of my mother for sticking to her guns.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
The police officers and firefighters have a lot in common with cancer survivors: they both show us what is best in ourselves -- our ability to struggle against and overcome adversity, to care for and support one another in times of great duress or sadness.
This is my last blog until Sunday night. My husband will be posting photos up to the site each day of the walk, and my son will also blog long distance in support of the walk. It's possible that I've made the walk sound too much like The Long March, an ordeal to be endured, as I have described my preparations over the last months. It's actually an event of great joy, a physical expression of the commitment all of us have to this cause.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
" Let the momentum carry you for as long as you can. When it can't carry you any longer, think about me doing my 4th chemo when I so badly wanted to quit after the 1st one. And take one more step. When that doesn't carry you anymore, think of ____, who gets up every day knowing that she is battling cancer and she still gets out of bed and goes on with her life. And take one more step. When that doesn't carry you anymore, start counting people. When you get to 8, realize that the person you are looking at might be diagnosed with breast cancer in their lifetime. And take one more step.
If by chance your body gives out and you have given all you can give remember that you have done more for breast cancer than many people do in a lifetime -- maybe it will be a dollar from the money that you have raised that tips the scales."
That last sentence is the one I have fastened on. I insist that I will walk to honor the brave ones, but Tracy shows me related personal motivation as well. I like to make a difference in the world. And it might just be the dollars I've raised that indeed tips the scales to a cure.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
"Think where man's glory most begins and ends, And say my glory was I had such friends." -- Wm Butler Yeats
Special thanks here to the folks who have got me ready to walk this year: Amy Lackey, my trainer; David Kirdahy, my chiropracter; and Brad Madden, my physical therapist. How we think about ourselves often affects what we can do -- each of these folks shows me over and over just how resilient I am.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
I was telling Tracy today just how emotional that third day is. You know that you will be going home. You know that you don't have to get up and walk the next morning. And everywhere there are signs and people cheering you on. The last day is all about adrenaline and exhilaration. This year, I know we will be bussed to begin from the Arboretum, and that we will walk north and through the top of Green Lake, my favorite place to train. How we then get west and south to the Sculpture Park remains a mystery at this time, but I do know that Day 3 is 15+ miles.
It is wonderful to be part of an effort that makes a big difference -- you always get back more than you give.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
I've just heard that we will have 3,500 walkers and 400 crew members this year -- a huge increase! So I'm hopeful that, even though each of us has been unable to raise as much money in a tough economic year, we'll still bring in around $6 million for Seattle's 2008 walk.
This year is just one of many that I will devote to eradicating breast cancer in my lifetime. If you are reading but have not donated to the campaign of one of those 3,500 walkers, please consider doing it now. Consider the words of my son James, after he lunched with us last year on Day 2: