What an awesome night! The Susan G. Komen organization of Northwest Ohio invited my family and I to be guests at their annual Pink in the Park night at Mudhens stadium. I was asked to throw one of the first pitches of the game. It was such an energizing experience, and it could not have come at a better time.
This week was rough. I'm tired and I'm working and dancing and trying to keep all the balls in the air and it was just a hard week. The insane hot flashes brought on by chemo-pause had kept me awake almost every night. I was traveling for work while trying to stay on top of the every day emails and requests. My easy-peasy early morning Friday treatment turned into an all day nightmare. My counts were low, I had severe pain about halfway through my treatment which may or may not have been the result of another ovarian cyst. Ah, the joys of chemotherapy.
I made it home from treatment in one piece, took a quick nap, slapped on some lipstick and headed out the door. The show must go on. My parents, Alex, my brother and his family and my Uncle Curt all made the trip to Toledo to check out what this deal was all about. Somewhere in the realm of 15 family and friends joined us to have my back and cheer me on. I was whisked away by the Komen crew and down onto the field for the pre-game celebration.
The highlight of the night was definitely not my pitch. It in fact was an epic fail. How uncool of me to throw a hot mess of a pitch with the two ladies that taught me everything I know about softball there cheering me one. Sorry mom and Sue; I swear that throw was not an accurate reflection of your coaching abilities. The 10 year old behind me actually did a better job. I'd like to make excuses like I was rushed, I couldn't see, or my new cha-chas got in the way, but when it all boils down to it, I just missed. Whif. Fail.
On the plus side, the lovely Chris Peterson interviewed me for the 11 o'clock news and that was not a fail. After a quick internal pep talk, I stayed cool and calm and hope that I actually answered the questions she asked me. I mean, we set the DVR and I didn't look like a complete fool so I guess that is redemption for the weak-ass toss I made to the catcher. Ha!
We spent the game enjoying popcorn and soda and chasing after the baby as she ran laps up and down the ramp. We talked, we laughed, we danced along with Bird-Zerk and had a great time. As I stood with my family and friends waiting for the fireworks, teaching the kids the words to Summer Girls by LFO, I remembered how wonderfully awesome it is to have great people in my life. I saw my niece ooh and ahh over the boom of the fireworks, and my nephew hold one of the little ones up over his head to catch a t-shirt, and the teeny tinys hugging it out like best friends, I remembered why I have to not let this crap get me down. On a week when I was tired and felt like the end was never in sight, I had an epiphany. It's my family and my friends and the fun times we get to have together that really matter. Chemo is every Friday; family is forever.
Thank you to the Komen organization for inviting us as your guests and the Mudhens for putting on a great event.
Fri, July 26, 2013
by Kara Ward