Had some beer for boobs......
Actually, I had a raspberry dream and not a beer, but that's beside the point........
The event, held at The High Dive, was put together by Ingrid, who is not only a mom at the boys' school, but owns the place with her husband. While planning the event, in one of those crazy, ironic, twist of fate moments, she discovered she had breast cancer. Really. She did. The woman planning a breast cancer fundraiser discovered that she herself had breast cancer. How does that even happen?
Of course, anyone who knows Ingrid was not at all surprised that she held steady in her commitment to raise money for the cause despite her newfound diagnosis. And, anyone who knows Ingrid, knows that cancer better be running for the hills right now because she is a force to be reckoned with. She is not only going to kick cancer's ass....but she's going to throw it down, stomp all over it and then just for fun.... kick it's ass again. I'm not kidding. She will.
The event went on as planned. She convinced her doctor to let her start chemo the day after so she could be there. And, just for kicks she auctioned off the cutting of her hair to the highest bidder......
It was a $1001 haircut.
The event was a place where tears met up with laughter and then moved on to reflection while holding tight to hope and, all the while, never losing sight of living while you still have the ability to live.
I love this picture of me and Marcia. As a breast cancer survivor herself (she had just finished with her treatment just as I was diagnosised) she helped me through every step of the way.
It was quite a night.
