I've been thinking a lot about Farah Fawcett and her battle with cancer, which she lost about two weeks ago. I watched the documentary she made - and later had her friend help her make- about her battle with anal cancer that spread obstinately to her kidneys. (http://www.nbc.com/farrahs-story/video/episodes/#vid=1105074)
Because Michael Jackson passed on the same day Farah did, we heard very little about her ultimate "defeat" or, in her case, the lack thereof. That woman always had a smile on her face and a strong faith in God. Yet she also had a strong faith in herself, and in medical science, being able to beat this ravaging disease.
Today, as I prepare to run 14 MILES, I think of Farah, how much she wanted to believe in a cure, to believe that she would still be around to truly experience the beauties of life. I'm running for her, for the many people like her who pray every day that cancer, in all of its forms, might finally become less of a death sentence.
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