In December of 1991, I lost my Mom to breast cancer. At the time she was just 51 years old.
Back then she had to fight insurance companies to pay for what they called "experimental" treatment, which consisted of high-dose chemotherapy and bone marrow transplants. Both of these treatments are common today. She eventually won the case, but it came too late to save her life.
In 1994, I had recently moved to Minnesota and ran in my first Race for the Cure on Mother's Day. It was a 5K race and I really wasn't a runner at that time, so I was just hoping not to come in last! I was so inspired and moved by this event that I am now running in my 31st consecutive year on Mother's Day. And BTW, I did not come in last that first race, and have not since :).
Thanks!
Larry