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I have a friend. Let’s call her Rachel (because hey, that’s her name).

Rachel and I have been friends since elementary school. She was that shrimpy, adorable, button blue eyes and ringlets girl who was so cute you just wanted to squeeze her, and she was nice, to boot.

She grew up into a scrappy, adorable woman who is still so cute that you want to squeeze her, but with whom you know better than to mess .

She’s quick-witted, sarcastic, and with a cynical sense of humour.

You can see why we’re friends.

Rachel is a real survivor.

In fact, she’s a cancer survivor.

For which I am eternally grateful. That she’s a survivor, I mean.

And while I’d like to think that I could do what she’s doing if my hip permitted, well, I’m still not sure that I would. And I know that I wouldn’t bring the unique insight, empathy, and determination to it.

You see, Rachel is walking for cancer.

She’s participating in the Walk for Breast Cancer.

She’s going to walk nearly 40 miles across 2 days, raising money for breast cancer. Not just for research, but to assist people now, who have cancer now but who may not be able to afford the meds to help them survive. Like Rachel did.

But she tells it much better than could I. So please read her page, and then please help sponsor her. I personally donated $100.00, but anything – $25.00, $10.00, even $1.00. It all adds up.

Read Rachel’s story

P.S. If you do help sponsor Rachel – thank you, from the bottom of my heart. And please let Rachel know that you read her story here.

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