I have a big extended family. Maybe even huge. Lots of aunts, uncles, and cousins. Most of whom live on the other side of the country from me. Thanks to social media, we can keep in touch a little better than we did back in the olden days; like the 1990s. It is great to get to know cousins I have yet to meet, or ones I haven’t seen since I was a child. I love being able to celebrate life’s joys with them, even if it is virtually. Hopefully the future will bring a family reunion, but until that time I can post a happy birthday message, or like a graduation event.
What can be a bummer are the tougher times. Recently I was told that my cousin was diagnosed with the same cancer both his mother, my great-aunt, as well as my grandmother, passed away from. His mom just passed in 2013. I can’t imagine what my cousin is going through right now. Or his dad for that matter, or his sister and her family.
Anytime a loved one has a problem, I think it’s natural to wonder “what can I do to help?” Being so far away, I don’t feel like there is a whole lot I can do to help. Even if I were closer, it’s not like I know how to cure cancer. I am smart sometimes, but assuredly not cure cancer smart. If I were I’d have a lot more money, and maybe a Nobel Prize. Which would mean even more money. Probably I could then have a private jet or at least enough frequent flyer miles to fly out there on a moment’s notice. That’d be cool.
Instead there is reality. I remembered donating money several years ago, when another relative of mine did the Empire State Building stair challenge or something. I donated, and then donated some more because it was for the Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation. This is the type of cancer that Nana, Aunt Cathy, and Daniel were diagnosed with. I have followed the foundation on Facebook ever since donating, and had always meant to participate. Now seems like as good of a time as any. Plus, I found an event in my area, so on Sunday, March 22 I will be participating in a 5K Run/Walk.
I am walking in Support of my cousin Daniel, and in Memory of his mom, Aunt Cathy, as well as in Memory of my Nana. When I looked through my photo albums for pictures I could not find any of Aunt Cathy, and my pictures with Daniel were so old I have to first stop caring how 1994 I look. It’s been a long time since we’ve had a visit. Plus, I should probably ask him if it’s okay for me to post pictures of him on the internet before going ahead with that, it’s the nice thing to do. I know Nana would approve of the picture I am using of her, so that is the one that is up for now.
Please donate if you can. If you can’t and are in the area, please come and walk with me. Or find an event in your own area. Thanks!!!!