The Garden Girl

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Friday, September 30, 2011

What We Can do - For the Cure.

Initially this was to be a story in honor of my Mom and in loving memory of a
dear friend. But, I couldn't...because it isn't my story to's theirs...and

1. One out of eight women will develop some type of breast cancer.

2. Every two minutes a woman is diagnosed with breast cancer.

3. Half of the women diagnosed with breast cancer are over 55 yrs. old.

Sounds so hopeless...and you can't help but feel helpless. October is National Breast Cancer Awareness month, but way too many women never need a month to be reminded. So for them, those loved ones gone, and those who fight on...we do what we can. Collect those pink yogurt tops, wear pink pins, and yes, have that mamogram!  Because it is October and it is National Breast Cancer Awareness month. But, some day, maybe one day, our grand-daughters will simply know it as October.  When that Race for Cure to be
over and wouldn't that be something.   

For the Cure - many small pieces - help solve the puzzle.
Hear the music my dear friend.
For it may never play again.
Dance through life a thousand years.
A thousand smiles, a thousand tears.
Eyes wide shut, yet seen it all.
With pain of heart and mind recall.
The questions asked but never known.
Will faith lead the angel flown?
To carry hard, it's bones do bare.
The burdened body, once so fair.
With strength to reach inside to touch.
So hard to try, and cry so much.
And make due with hours of time
Each day lived, with a broken lifeline.
To fight and push it all to give.
The way to find, the will to live.
Through faith to find the battle done.
The war so bravely fought and won.
To hear the music that by chance

There's yet another day to dance. 

Stand tall and sing a victory song.
So millions hear and sing along. 
"I Danced through life a thousand years
A thousand smiles..a thousand tears."

(c) 2009  the garden girl

1 comment:

  1. I'm sorry about your mom. My mother died of pancreatic cancer. Cancer is terrible stuff and so very hard not only on the person suffering but also the family. Bless you for making a difference.