This month, it’ll be 30 years since my mother died. Gotta say, it feels surreal that she’s been gone for this long. My mom, she missed pretty much everything in my life, minus my birth. She was definitely there for that one. After that, my mother missed my First Communion, Confirmation, high school graduation, college graduation, first job, first heartbreak, buying my first house, so on and so on.
She wasn’t there when I had breast cancer. More than anything, I missed her while I was going through treatment. I wanted my parent there so badly. Just because I don’t remember doesn’t mean I don’t miss her and have a mom-shaped hole in my heart, which will never go away.
This is what she just missed in my life. My two brothers, each of whom have kids, also missed out having our mother in their lives.
Metastatic breast cancer is a thief. It’s a dirty dirty thief. It stole my mother, and I’m doing something about it. Once again, I’m raising money for Metavivor. Every dollar you donate will go toward researching metastatic breast cancer. This year, I decided to run 30 miles this year – one mile for every year she has been gone.
That’s right – 30 freaking miles. I’m doing a marathon and then 3.8 miles before. The date will be November 18 – be there or be square, and watch me hobble toward this bonkers goal of mine.
If you can donate, then you can do so here:
If you cannot, I understand and would be very appreciative of anyone who can share my story and my link.