I spent the weekend in Denver with my family for the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure. It has been 14 years since my aunt had breast cancer and 12 or 13 years since we started walking with her. It is always a moving experience: 30,000 plus people walking together along with way too many women in pink walking as current breast cancer patients and/or survivors. The people walking have signs celebrating the people in their lives who are or have battled breast cancer. There are many walking in memory of moms, sisters, wives, friends. I am always struck by the immense amount of people this disease touches. The scope of everything is just overwhelming and strikes an emotional chord in me and I am not a crier. This year, however, we were standing in the survivors' area while my aunt collected her yearly pin and I almost cried. It is sad when a woman of any age has breast cancer. But...waiting there, I saw far too many young women in survivor shirts...women in their 20s and 30s and they almost brought me to tears. This disease is a terrible thing.
This year's SGK walk made me so thankful to be able to help in any small way all of those women fighting breast cancer. I am so thankful to be a part of Pack the Place in Pink and to be able to offer financial assistance and hope to the women and their families facing a nightmare. It is a small thing we do; but it is the small things that add up and lead to something bigger. To date, Pack the Place in Pink has given out over $100,000 to breast cancer patients in Montana. That is awesome. How fortunate we are to be able to help people in need. So, thank you to everyone who supports us and enables us to continue doing this good work.