Sometimes I get these wild hairs and I think I’m brave and cool and can do anything, so I volunteer to do things and then when the reality of what I’ve done hits me in the face I go into panic mode and think Why didn’t somebody stop me?!
That’s how I’m feeling right now. And that’s probably how I’ll feel for the next few weeks…
Last year I read that the Albany Pink Walk for Breast Cancer was looking for volunteers to take pictures during the breast cancer walk, so I submitted my name. This weekend, I was contacted to see if I was still interested. I said “yes”. While they already have a professional photographer, they wanted someone else around to help capture the memories from the day.
Breast Cancer Awareness is a cause that is near and dear to my heart. My mother~in~law is a breast cancer survivor and my aunt is a survivor with wings. And I know, first hand, the fear that comes with hearing those words: “You have cancer.”
My cancer was treatable.
I’m afraid that my photos won’t be properly exposed. I’m afraid I’ll miss a shot. I’m afraid the smiles will be fuzzy. And with that fear comes the knowledge that I have the choice of walking away. Of calling the coordinator back and telling her that I can’t do this. But the women and men who get that breast cancer diagnosis don’t have that choice.
They have to fight. They have to get up every day and deal with the “C” word.
So it will be with them in mind and heart, that I’ll grab my camera and capture that laughs, the love, the fight, and the strength of that day. After all, it’s not about me, it’s about the Walk.