I Realize.

For the fourth time since 2009, I walked today with my family in the Komen Race for the Cure. The first year, I arranged it--on a high from learning that my sister would very well survive her diagnosis and the exhausting and difficult treatment that ensured that she would. She did, and we continued after that year over year.

I lost considerable steam when the Komen Foundation decided to cut funding for Planned Parenthood. (FOR CRYING OUT LOUD: what sane person is not in support of bringing children into world who are both wanted and expected?! Seriously.)

Plus, I have become somewhat doubtful of the results of such an effort and skeptical that the appropriation of funds goes to a so-called cure. (On an aside note, I believe that lifestyle and diet can be instrumental to prevention, which seems so much more effective than curing after the fact. Hmmm. Kind of like Planned Parenthood. But that's not profitable, is it?) 

I stopped raising funds for them after the first year. I go only these days because it pleases my family and it is a symbolic gesture of solidarity. And a reminder that everyone in my life is fragile. And temporary. No matter what.

So, I'd like to dedicate this post and this day to this wonderful song. Lest we forget.