Wondering what JBH stands for? Well, it is something I just made up or didn’t know about, and am claiming as my own. Ha!
JBH = Just Being Honest
Maybe I should use LBH, Let’s Be Honest, instead. Thoughts? (That means you should tell me which one you would use.)
Today, I am going to share photos from the Susan G. Komen 3-Day Walk for the Cure I went to last year, and going to be right up front and honest about being a breast cancer survivor.
Let’s get started shall we?
On August 3, 2016, my friend Margaret and I left for Detroit, Michigan to walk in the Susan G. Komen 3-Day Walk for the Cure. Honestly, I can’t remember how many people were there, but it was a sea of pink. It was really quite intoxicating. What was amazing was that every person there was affected by breast cancer in some way. People were either survivors, or walking for someone they knew. I didn’t meet one person there that had not been touched by this type of cancer.
If you aren’t familiar with the 3-Day Walk, then let me tell you a little about it. Thousands of people participate every year, and we just happened to be walking in the 150th walk. The three days consist of anywhere between 18 and 2oish miles per day, with a few Komen miles thrown in. Only fellow walkers will really understand that one. 🙂 You sleep in a tent, and take showers in a semi-trailer with 5 or 6 showers inside. Breakfast and supper are served buffet style, and were delicious. There’s a kind of party every night, but I was usually in the medical area taking care of my aches and pains.
The people involved in the walk, encouraging us along the way, or volunteering at camp were fantabulous! Even the people driving past us on the road were encouraging; they honked, waved and gave everyone a thumbs up. I’m not an emotional person, but it makes me tear up just thinking about it. It was moving, and still is to this day. I made friends on this adventure, and I still keep up with them today. Facebook is good for somethings, I guess. The photo above is just a little of the encouragement written along the way, and the nice lady in the tutu is my friend Amy. Amy walked the whole way, and get this…she wasn’t even a year out of fighting her fight with the monster that is breast cancer. She is an inspiration!
Porta Potty Row! These were the cleanest Porta Potties I’ve used, and they even smelled good. The lines were long, but everyone was friendly. It was so nice to be around hundreds of people for three days and not hear a bad word said by anyone. There wasn’t complaining or whining, and there was lots of love. (See the dude in the white cap with the pink things on his head? His name is Jim, and he walked every single 3-Day event last year. He is pretty tall, so those fluffy pink things on his head were knocked off by tree limbs more times that I could count. We all helped keep track of them for him. That’s just one of the memories. There are many.)
The oldest walker of the Detroit, MI 3-Day Walk. I don’t remember his name, but at one time everyone there knew it. He was amazing!
It’s one thing to talk about a cause. It’s another to do something about it.
This is a quote that can be used for just about anything! I have recently started thinking about it differently, let me tell you about it.
It’s one thing to talk about a dream. It’s another to do something about it. You can change that one word… “cause” …to anything you want. Dream. Purpose. Job. Chore. Adventure. You name it, you can throw that word in there to fit your situation. For me personally, I have a dream or desire to tell people about our Lord, our God, our Father in Heaven. I went to a speakers/writers conference last year, She Speaks, and came back wondering if I was supposed to be speaking, as well as writing. It’s been almost a year since that conference, and I have just now put myself out there. It is a strange and scary feeling, let me tell you!
Here’s the part where I’m just being honest. I know, that’s the only reason some people will read this. 🙂
I am a Survivor. I have survived breast cancer. I have slayed every chemo treatment, shaved my head (that was fun), and I have gotten closer and closer to God along that journey in my life. Just because I am a survivor doesn’t mean that I want to be a poster child for breast cancer. I don’t want to only be known as the girl that had cancer. I don’t want people to see pink every time they look at me. I walked the walks, I raised money, and I continue to support anyone that has to travel that weary road. I may not walk the walks or raise money for the cause anymore, but I will donate, write, and hopefully speak. I’ve written as much about my journey as I possibly could in the hopes that I could help just one person. I want to do things a bit different now.
I want to be a poster child for God! I want people to see Him, like I saw Him on different journeys in my life. I want people to see Jesus in me, and I want to help them see Jesus in them too. During a fight with cancer the patients are called Warriors. I am still a Warrior, but I am God’s Warrior. I always will be, and I want you to be one too!