Last year (2006) I participated in The Breast Cancer 3-Day Walk on September 8th, 9th and 10th. This year I will not be a walker, but I will be there every step of the way in my heart. I will also be there in person, standing on a street corner, cheering on the walkers and providing treats, support and encouragement. Anyone care to join me???
I was so moved by my experience last year that I wrote about it and forwarded it to all of my supporters. A friend forwarded it on to our Regional Office and as a result it was published in part in the October 2006 issue of RE/MAX Today (Northern Illinois). I thought I would re-print it here, and I hope it inspires you.
WALKING FOR A CURE
By Kelly Sibilsky
When I found out that my Mom was diagnosed with breast cancer, I was devastated. As you can imagine, it is impossible to comprehend the possibility of life without your Mom in it. It breaks your heart to witness someone you love go through the surgery, loss of a breast, the pain and fear, the medications (and their side effects), as well as the emotional aftermath that breast cancer causes.
Thankfully, my Mom is one of the lucky ones. She is a survivor. But over 200,000 men and women in the United States will be diagnosed with breast cancer this year alone, and over 40,000 men and women will lose their lives to the disease. To put it another way, one woman will be diagnosed with breast cancer every 3 minutes. Every 13 minutes, the disease claims another life in the United States.
When someone you love is diagnosed with breast cancer, you become more aware. Aware of your own body, and the need for self-examination and mammograms. Aware of the need for research and charitable donations. Aware of just how many people know someone who has been touched by this disease. And you want to do something.
I first heard about The Breast Cancer 3-Day a few years ago. I even went online and tried to register for the event, but chickened out. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to raise the money necessary to take part in the event. But last year I signed up and committed myself to raising the $2,200.00 minimum contribution. I shouldn't have worried. I was overwhelmed with the support of my family and friends, co-workers and even complete strangers. With their help, I raised $3,620.00. Last year, the Chicago walkers raised over $5.1 MILLION DOLLARS! Hopefully this year they will raise even more.
I started training in March of 2006. It began easily enough, with 3-5 mile walks 4 times a week. Before you know it you are walking 6-10 miles, then 13-15, and then you are getting up at 5:30 a.m. on a Saturday morning to walk 18 miles. In training, I walked over 600 miles. You'd think that would be enough, but nothing prepares you for the actual event: 60 miles over the course of 3 days. Fitting in the training with a busy real estate career is a challenge, to say the least!
Day 1: I set my alarm for 4:30 a.m., put on my shorts and my Breast Cancer 3-Day t-shirt and Brian (my husband) drove me to the Sam's Club parking lot in Vernon Hills. I started to tear up as he dropped me off, the emotions were overwhelming. A sea of men and women getting ready for the walk of a lifetime, everyone nervous and excited and anxious to get walking after all those months of training.
The opening ceremonies were uplifting and humbling at the same time. It was a reminder of why we were walking as they shared a few personal stories from participants. The one that sticks out in my mind: the man and his current wife, who were walking together in memory of his previous wife who had died from breast cancer. The walk began with tears streaming down our faces as we headed down the Des Plaines River Trail.
We walked through the northern suburbs of Chicago: Vernon Hills, Lincolnshire, Riverwoods, Northbrook, Glenview and Lincolnwood. Pit stops are every few miles where you can fill up your water bottle, grab a snack, stretch and use the porta-potties! Each pit stop had a different theme, my favorite was the sports themed one where everyone wore shirts that said "Saving Second Base" (get it?). All along the route we were honked at by passing cars, cheered on by homeowners, waved at by little kids at the side of the road - who held out bowls of candy for us. The 3-Day crew were all along the route cheering us, encouraging us, and keeping us safe. There are "sweep vans" along the way who will take walkers unable to continue either to the next pit stop or back to camp.
It was difficult and painful. On day 1 we walked 23 miles. By the end of the day, each step felt like the bones in my feet were breaking. Everyone adopts the "3-Day hobble" by the end of the day. It's like you are walking while trying not to actually step on the ground.
When I got back to camp, I was exhausted but elated to see "tent city" and smell dinner cooking. Sara (my tent
buddy) and I set up our tent and head for the mobile showers (heaven on wheels). Everyone has dinner in their jammies. The Lincolnwood Chamber Orchestra volunteered to play for us during dinner, isn't that amazing? By 9:00 p.m. we are all settled in our tents for the night with lights out.
Day 2:We wake at 5:30 a.m. and get dressed, pack up our gear and tents, eat breakfast and head out on the road. No one slept well. Everyone is stiff, has sore feet, and bandages on their blisters. You start to hear the stories of the previous days' casualties: women with IV's, shin splints, blisters the size of tennis balls. You see men and women with bandaged knees and ankles. For the first time you worry that you won't be able to do this. By the first pit stop, the medical tent is overflowing with people.
I don't want you to think this was a depressing experience. It's far from that, but it is intense on so many levels. With over 2,000 walkers, you meet so many incredible people with stories to tell about how breast cancer has changed their lives. This walk is about celebrating life.
Just getting to lunch (at mile 14.8) is a challenge on day 2. Each step is torture. But you rest, put on fresh socks, and hobble on. It's amazing how the need to finish drives you. And the crew is there every step of the way, cheering you on. It becomes your goal to make it to the next pit stop. Your life becomes reduced to 3 mile increments. Just as those with breast cancer have their life reduced to making it through the next day, the next treatment, the next "healthy" check up. One day at a time. One step at a time.
We walked through Wilmette and Winnetka. Amazingly, miles of smiles. There is so much laughter. We have fun laughing at the colorful costumes of the crew and fellow walkers. We laugh at the local cheerleaders who took time to choreograph special cheers for us. We laugh at the "boobie" hats and funny signs and men in hula skirts. We laugh at the pain. I can do this. I will do this. Because I believe in a world without breast cancer.
When I walked into camp at the end of day 2, after completing 22.4 miles, I started crying. When I got to my tent location I found Sara there already (she had been "swept" back to camp after lunch due to a knee injury). I cried again when I saw that she had put up our tent: my own personal tent fairy! I headed for the shower then we had dinner. They entertained us with live music that had everyone singing and clapping along. Then we headed off to bed.
Day 3: The skies opened up about 3:00 a.m. and brought torrential rains that lasted most of the day. We packed up our tent and belongings in the rain, ate breakfast in the rain, and started walking in the rain. It was chilly and windy, but everyone was excited - tonight we would get to sleep in our own beds!
By the second pit stop at 6.1 miles, we are all hurting, wet and miserable. But slap-happy! We find humor in the little things, and encouragement as the City of Chicago residents turn up to cheer us on, even in the rain. We are waved at by little kids from their windows. One little girl held up her teddy bear and waved its arm at us as we went by. We make it to lunch (10.6 miles) and discover that a local school is letting us in to warm up and dry off. We feel blessed. Exhausted walkers line the halls. We all take off our ponchos and shoes and nap for a while. Pure heaven.
The final push: Only a few more miles to go! We set off for Montrose Harbor in Chicago. The wind picks up as we get closer to the Lake and as we pass a Starbucks we duck in for coffee, hot chocolate or tea. We arrive at the holding area by about 3:30 p.m. where we wait for every walker to arrive. We get a victory t-shirt and miraculously the rain stops! At about 4:30 p.m. all of the walkers line up so we can go the final ½ mile together. We are overwhelmed by all of the cheering faces: husbands, boyfriends, moms, dads, children, friends and grandparents who are so proud of the walkers' accomplishments.
The closing ceremonies were amazing, I was an emotional mess. We all took off our shoes and held them up in victory. We had just completed the most incredible 3 day journey of our lives and raised millions of dollars! We cheer, hug each other and head off to find our families.
Physically, I was completely exhausted. The walk taught me that I can do things that I would've never thought possible. For three days we lived in a bubble: where kindness was literally around every corner, where you were cheered as you crossed the street, where strangers became friends. You learn to appreciate what you have and the people you are with. I am blessed.
For more information about The Breast Cancer 3-Day, or to make a donation, visit www.the3day.org.