Pink, being a tomboy, it really is not my color. I remember when my sister and I went to summer camp one year, I was 11 and she was 9. Our mother had redecorated our room, painted it pink and added ballerina wallpaper. I laughed at the color, made fun of the ballerinas and wondered why my mother would do that! My sister loved it. Pink is her color. She buys everything pink!
Many years later, I was approached by a co-worker and asked to walk 60 miles in 3 days AND raise $2,100 to do it. I don’t remember what my immediate response was, (I’m sure it was pfft, she is nuts!!) but I eventually came around and said yes. That was 2001, later that same year my mother was diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer. Suddenly Pink was more than just a color in my world. I now associate pink with breast cancer. I buy things that are pink, I raise money with pink things with ribbons. To me, pink isn’t just a color anymore. Pink represents hope of a future for some, it was for my mother, for another 10 years. When she did pass, it wasn’t from breast cancer. So this year, I will again walk 60 miles in 3 days and I’ll be in pink, thinking of her and that crazy ballerina wall paper.