Show your support for Breast Cancer Survivors and VOTE!!!
Major League Baseball, Susan G. Komen for the Cure and Louisville Slugger are “Going to Bat Against Breast Cancer”. For the 5th year, baseball fans can submit their touching stories of hope and win an opportunity to be an Honorary Bat Girl or Boy this Mother’s Day.
Each Major League Baseball will select one person to represent their favorite team as an “honorary” bat girl or boy during the Mother’s Day game. I can’t think of anything more special than that.
A dear friend of mine had his mother’s moving story submitted to the New York Yankees organization, written by his sisters perspective. You can find her story under the name “.FightinPattiC”. Please vote for Fightin Patti, or any of the other brave stories listed here. Help make someones dream come true.
An excerpt from ‘FightinPattiC.
8. 22. 27. To my mother, the feistiest Yankee fan I know, those numbers represent Yogi Berra, Roger Clemens, and Bobby Murcer. To me, they represent the ages I was when my mother was diagnosed with cancer. First breast, then ovarian, and then breast again. At 8 years old, you don’t notice much—there’s chemo and radiation, but all you see is thinning hair, throwing up, and a mom who is fighting with all her might. You see a mom too tired to do arts and crafts, or to take to get your first softball mitt. You don’t know that its life threatening, you only know that when you have the day off from school, you travel two hours to the hospital and keep your mom company in the chemo chair. And you’re not scared, but she is, and she doesn’t show it. At 22, you’re graduating from college, and while you realize cancer surgery is serious, you’re preoccupied with awards ceremonies, graduation parties and finals. She goes in for surgery and you realize that while you’re saying “see you later,” she’s thinking she’s saying good-bye. But she didn’t, she fought. She fought through ovarian cancer the hardest-it was stage three. Not a great prognosis and she’s scared again, but doesn’t show it. Two days later, she’s sitting at your graduation in a wheel chair, because she would not miss it.