I have always been a big supporter of finding a cure for breast cancer, but this year the race has much more meaning to me. I am now not just a supporter, but I am also a survivor. In July of 2006 I was diagnosed with breast cancer, after having my annual mamogram. I underwent the mastectomy and the course of chemotherapy. After my fifth chemo treatment I had a reaction to one of the drugs and had to spend 46 days in the hospital with pneumonia, brain bleeds, and blood clots in my lungs and legs. I was told that the cancer had spread to my brain and I was given two weeks to two months to live. Fortunately for me the suspected tumor in my brain turned out to be just a golf ball sized blood clot in the front of my brain. I pray every day for those unfortunate souls that have the disease or will be diagnosed with it. If you fall into this category don't give up. Look to your friends, family and most of all the Lord to get you through. I race because a cure must be found for this devistating disease.