Orts and Flame Outs and Rants in Postcards 4

It’s the last day of Breast Cancer Awareness Month, and I am glad I’ve been a bit more awake for it this year.
Forgive me if I say what I am thinking…though I appreciate Susan B Koman for making pink the color for Breast cancer efforts, I don’t think much of the Koman Race for the Cure. There are many folks who couldn’t raise the $2,000.00 needed to walk in the race. I really strongly feel that many walkers care but can’t raise that much. It’s a great cause. Then again, here in our town, the charities didn’t get the money. I hope things have changed.
My mother had breast cancer on both sides. My father’s mother had breast cancer. My wonderful friend Jo died of breast cancer. My fiercely independent friend Janey died of untreated breast cancer. Two of those four women couldn’t have afforded to walk for the cure.
Today our store had pink bits and orts everywhere. Those orts were a wonderful reminder of why The American Cancer Society’s Discovery Shop is there. We give scarves, wigs, and hats. We give rides to treatment. All our income goes to research. I go in and sort books or sort clothes for my local shop, and I’m grateful I can do this. Maybe one or two books I sold raised money for a new treatment that will make a difference.

Who knows, but there’s always hope.

• Himself: Hospital, and right to work. Dinner was Chinese veggies with leftover pork. Not bad.
• Herself: After the hospital, I went to a half day meeting. Retraining stuff. Training the whole staff to do all the jobs. Took photos at Great Curves…which isn’t doing well after the move.
• Reading: Francis’s, “Whip Hand.”
• Gratitudes: Being able to give back.