My plan for the evening was to post some pics of the great new sock yarn in shop. Then I watched the TV special, Stand Up 2 Cancer. Now, I'm a puddly mess. The dog was watching with me and I think I worried her with all the tears.
It was just so freakin powerful seeing all those people asking that we work together to end this horrible disease. Then they showed the story of a 5 year old boy who died of cancer. My little 5 year old slept in the next room. I cried like a baby.
For the past 6 years, I've been blessed to call myself a survivor. Tonight someone said that age was a gift. That is how I feel. Every year on the calendar is not something to bemoan as bringing wrinkles, but celebrated as Yes! I am here!
I think of all the women we have heard from who have been touched by breast cancer and are intrigued by the knitted knockers. Or their husbands who have emailed on their behalf. Their stories break my heart and lift my soul at the same time. Something so simple as a knitted breast can bring a smile and make the journey that much easier.
We all can help. So many of you have helped when I asked you to knit or spread the word. Thank you. I truly believe we CAN end cancer. Imagine the party we will have when that day arrives.