Today I presented a talk on BCNA for a luncheon group of 80+ people at a self funded retiree complex. I hadn't given a talk in the past few months, so prior to the event I had gone over and adjusted my talk, added more info on older women, and was happy.
I gave my talk and had very good feedback, even an invitation to talk at another event later in the year.
Some couples came up to me afterwards to tell me about their different family members who had gone through our journey.. one Dad said his daughter could never talk to him about her situation and that I had clarified a lot for him, so that was lovely B U T during my talk I choked up when I told them about our WONDERFUL Shane Crawford and his run in 2010. I showed them a photo of him running along with my daughter and wee grand daughter in Ballarat very early one morning.
I wonder why this touches somewhere very deep inside? I know I have to swallow hard when I speak of when I received my diagnosis, and that seems to be controllable!
I feel foolish tearing up- am I alone in this, girls? (Everyone was kind and a comment was made to me afterwards that it showed I was very human!)
I guess that is it- merely a normal human. That's ok- gotta be happy with that!