I'm walking in this year's Race for the Cure for many reasons:
I race for my mother, Betty Rhinehart, who had a mastectomy in May and finishes her last round of chemo on October 12. I'm racing, with her by my side, to show her that I love her and support her, and that I'll be with her every step of the way.
I race for my father, who has handled my mother's illness with strength and patience. I'm racing to thank him for being there for her.
I race for my friends who have had breast cancer. I'm racing because I cannot walk in their shoes, but I can at least do this in their honor.
I race for my friends who have had loved ones with breast cancer, and also those who have not. I'm racing to thank them for all of their sympathy, words of encouragement, and understanding.
I race because I believe in the strength of survivors; the love of family and friends; the compassion of doctors and nurses; the grace of God; the existence of miracles.
And I believe in a cure.