Reminder....

I received this e-mail today from the Austin affiliate for Susan G. Komen Race for the cure. That is the 5K that many cities support. We have had a team for the last 4 years, so I receive many e-mail updates and reminders when they are gearing back up for another race. This e-mail in particular caught my eye. I'm sure it was her photos. I'm sure it was her precious 4 year old kissing his mommy. His very sick mommy. Please take the time to read her story below.

It's a gentle reminder of why we walk....

Michelle Bynum is the honorary race chair for the 2009 Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure.

As I sit in this big recliner watching the clock on the wall tick, I am emotionally conflicted. I am planning a wonderfully happy event. I am planning my little boy’s birthday party. He is so excited and I can’t help but be excited for him. Reid is turning five years old this weekend. I never thought I could love something so much. He is funny, frustrating and fantastic, and at four and contrary to his wishes, I want time to stand still. Like every parent, my heart aches as I realize my baby turned toddler has disappeared…my “big” boy has emerged and is growing by the minute. However, as a mom diagnosed with terminal breast cancer, time has an entirely different meaning to me.

When I was diagnosed with late stage breast cancer in 2005, I was so worried Reid would never know me, much less have me at his side blowing out five candles. Ironically, “time” is both my friend and my enemy. Each morning that I wake up, I am so thankful for the time I have with my friends and family. Life is so very good. On the other hand, time is running like sand through my fingers. I am desperate for a cure to this dreaded disease or at least for more medical options to extend my time with Reid. We scan next week to see if my current chemotherapy is working. My tumor markers are up, so there is need for concern. If this chemotherapy is not working, there is only one drug left to try in the current “FDA approved” arsenal.

NOW is the time for a cure. If we can put a man on the moon, surely we can figure out a way to stop this madness. I pray I get the opportunity to plan Reid’s 6th birthday. Actually, I will shoot for the stars and pray that I get to plan his 16th birthday. So it is time to climb out of the big recliner. Chemotherapy is over for today….time to get on with life and on with the party!!

With all my heart,
Michelle Bynum

Let's find a cure, friends.