My younger daughter and I went to a tea and fashion show for Breast Cancer research, and we had a delightful time. There were little sandwiches (chicken pesto, brie and apple or salmon) and pastries (choc coissants, cheese danish, brownie somethings, strawberry tarts) and champagne and tea. The models were seven feet tall plus 8 inch heels, but the clothes were simple and lovely. We had a great time, and had shopped a bit before, so it was a girly, girly afternoon. I thought of our daughter and her treatment, and felt teary. So many women going through this scary disease, hoping for remission and fearing bad luck.
When we watched the World Series game, it was Stand Up for Cancer day, and people held cards with the names of family or friends who had died of cancer or who were struggling with fighting it. That gesture really touched me as well. They raised 6 million dollars at the game. And all of the players on both teams held up cards. Everyone has been touched by this disease.
My team lost last night, in a totally frustrating game, but it was tight and exciting every second of the way, and had another dramatic ending, with our guy trying to steal base and getting tagged out. Game over, as suddenly as the night before. It looks like this series is going down to the wire.
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