My Mom, the Survivor

“Real men wear pink.”

That’s how the saying goes, but if you’ve ever met Mikey, he’s just not the kind of guy who can pull off the color pink. Any guy who has the confidence to wear it, more power to him.

However, there is one day out of the year when wearing pink puts the power in all of us, whether you’re a guy, a girl, old, young, gay, straight or a mish-mash of all those things. It’s called the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure, an annual run/walk in the fight against breast cancer. The race and the Komen organization is synonymous with the color pink. And if you’ve ever participated in the St. Louis race, you’ll see it splashed across town. People in pink, street signs in pink, fountains in pink.

This year’s race took place this past Saturday in downtown St. Louis. Other large markets around the country hold an annual Komen run/walk as well, but from what I’ve heard, St. Louis is one of — if not, the — biggest. Fifty thousand walkers, including my family, took to the streets on Saturday and walked in support of breast cancer survivors and in memory of those lost to it.

The race isn’t just a morning of exercise and fun for my family though. It’s something that’s very near and dear to our hearts, considering my mom has now survived breast cancer — not once, not twice, but THREE times! In fact, her most recent diagnosis happened earlier this year, and she just wrapped up radiation treatments less than a month ago. All while keeping a smile on her face and her faith in God. She’s a survivor in every sense of the word. And the Komen race is a perfect opportunity to celebrate her life.

Of course, an event as touching as this one deserves some photographic keepsakes.

The walk begins on Olive Street.

The crowning moment of the race is seeing the sea of pink and white flowing like a parade down Olive Street. This year, I discovered how difficult it is to photograph that sea of pink when you’re under five feet tall and can’t seem to position the camera correctly.

All smiles

The St. Louis Arch at our backs

Fun and entertainment along the way. Here, my brother, niece and nephew run through the down spout, courtesy of the St. Louis Fire Department.

Mikey takes a turn at pushing my niece’s stroller. (A glimpse into the future our family members have been dying for.)

A bubble truck along the 5K walk route provided another form of entertainment for the kiddos. Delaney seemed to be in awe.

Approaching the finish line

Mom got to walk through the Survivor Finish Line and accepted a pink rose from a St. Louis Rams player.

“Hey girl, hey.” (Sorry Mom, just can’t get over the longing look in his eyes! Dad might have some competition.)

My mom, the survivor!

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4 responses to “My Mom, the Survivor

  1. Ma

    Thank you my daughter for the awesome story, you know I do it all for YOU, my granddaughters, and future granddaughter. I want my granddaughters to know I didn’t give up, for where there is faith, hope and love, there too will be a cure for I believe that God makes all things possible.

  2. karen

    What a beautiful blog, such a close,loving family. Happy for you, Connie, may God continue to bless you and keep you safe.

  3. Papa Razzi

    Great job commemorating the event in pixels and prose. Bonus kudos for lugging your DSLR on the 5K walk; you captured some terrific images.

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