Detour

I had this idea that I wanted some folks to join me for the , Relay for Life put on by the Canadian Cancer Society, but it kind of collapsed, my grand, not terribly selfless gesture.
It went ka-put.

Tits-up.

It croaked.

I really wanted to try to give something back to the big old world, cuz I have been taking more than my share lately, and I would like to balance the scales some. And I would like to do something to lighten the burden on other people who end up in the same boat as me.
Because, sadly, there will continue to be people in the same boat as me.

After a bunch of discussion about the timing of the relay and the current events in my life, and the fact that I haven’t worked in almost a year and I need to get going on that score, it was decided that we would postpone that sort of involvement until next year.
So, it is my rather enormous hope that next year I can make this happen and round up my own little relay team and stay up all night making the mainstream folks nervous and raising money for a pretty important cause.

I’m not doing it this year, but some woman I have never met is doing the Revlon Run Walk for Women’s Cancers in NYC at the end of April.
I just read her blog post (because all the cool peeps with ovarian cancer keep a blog and update it frequently) and she made me all misty-eyed with her post about doing the walk, and what it meant to her last year and what it means to her this year, and survivors’ laps and she mentioned absolutely nothing about run-on sentences but perhaps she should have or perhaps that is only my problem.

Anyway, I think you should read what she wrote.
She said what I felt better than I could have said my own self.

Her stuff can be found here

Go now. You’ll be a better person for it.
I promise.