Great Strides

Mom called me today (which is not abnormal) and told me that a woman from our community came to the house this morning. Her grandson has CF. His name is Jack. Every year they do the Great Strides and they call their group "Jacks's Pack". Cool hey?
She explained that she cut out my newspaper article (oh right - I was in the local newspaper re: transplant) to the walk to let everyone know. Plus she made me a card and had people sign it. Plus a guy was there opening up the walk with some entertainment and the first song he sang - he dedicated to me. Like holy shit guys. That's so sweet.
I wasn't there :(
Back in December is when transplant came up again and I knew I was going to be assessed and didn't even know If I'd be in Halifax. Also, there's no way in hell I'd be able to walk 5 km.
Last year my friend Lindsay and I volunteered at the walk, but it just didn't happen this year.
I'm sad. Sad I didn't get to go. Sad I didn't get to be there with all of these wonderful people. And sad that I wasn't able to raise $$ for CF.
But so damn overwhelmed by all the beautiful people who remind me of the amazing support I have.
I have such a great life.

Such
A
Great
Life

Posted via LiveJournal app for iPhone.