October: the New Kind of Love.

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While my mother was in rehab, recovering from her surgery, we met a family that touched our hearts in so many ways. One Sunday afternoon, I walked in to my mother’s room, which she shared with another lady, a much older lady. I sat on the share next to my mother’s bed, hoping that God would fill me, if just for that moment with the strength not to breakdown in front of her.  My mom looked at me and said, “Waji, sometimes in life even loving from a distance is a great thing.”

At that moment, the ladies family came into the room. Her son is a quadriplegic, he was cliff diving, at 22, vacationing on his honeymoon, with his beautiful bride, and broke his spine.  They have no children, but have been together for 25 years, and you would think they had recently met, from the sign of fresh love still circling the areola of both their eyes.  Five years into their marriage, she was diagnosed with breast cancer.

“I hated myself for becoming sick, because I had to take care of him, and I felt selfish knowing that I was the one who needed the help, and attention, and I felt like it was taking time away from him. Many nights I asked him to leave me, and he told me, “If you didn’t leave me at 22, I’m not leaving you, ever. We kept each other alive. It’s what you do when you love someone, even if you know they can’t, not because they don’t want to, but because its physically impossible for them to do the things you need at the moment. But even then, if I needed to go to the bathroom, and I didn’t have the strength, he would find it somehow to place me on his lap, and take me to the bathroom.  He fought for me, even at my worst, even when I didn’t want to anymore. We fought for each other. That, my dear Waji is love.”

The lady, whose bed was next to my mother’s, was battling cancer, her husband of 55 years was by her side, and every time he looked away from her to enter a conversation, he would start off by saying, “she’s so beautiful.”

The day before she went to hospice, she looked at me and smiled, held my hand and said, “Have faith, my child.”

Today we got the news that she passed away. My thoughts are with the Lorenzo family, and my heart is with everyone who is fighting for love and life.

Sometimes people come into your life, and you don’t even have to say a word, but somehow, they will give you something from their life that you can take into yours.

I’m Walking For A Cure!

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Tomorrow the Susan G Komen Breast Cancer Walk will be covering the streets of Downtown Miami, and I will be attending in memory of one of my best girl friends’ mother.

For the past 4 years we have been doing the Miami walk in memory, honor and in support for all the women and families who have been touched by Breast Cancer, and every year the line of survivors becomes even bigger.

Say Hello to PINK!

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We are in October; do you know what that means? It’s the month where walk for the cure takes place, money is raised and pink covers the streets of your town all for one cause; to cure breast cancer.

Paint you nails pink

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Sit on something pink

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Decorate a pink wall

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Wear pink shoes

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Wear a pink skirt

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Chabby Chic your life

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Paint an old chair pink

wear pink blush

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Have a pink drink

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Buy pink flowers

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Walk through a pink door

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Eat smothing pink

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…and believe that everything’s possible with pink.

Walking for the Cure- Susan G Komen- Miami!

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The first time I attended the Susan G Komen walk was in 2009, in memory of my friend mother who passed away from breast cancer early that year, and also in memory of a nurse I had who took care of my children until she too feel ill in 2008. Since then this walk has been for me like breathing. Full of emotions and encouragement for every mile a reminder of those fighting to live, and for those being thought of every step of the way. Like every year since I started I have made it a point to make it to the finish line, and when I am done I turn to witness the line dedicated to the survivors. Since 2009 the line has become wider, more survivors are making it the finishing line alongside those who are walking for the cure, for the same cause that is helping them make it to another beautiful walk.

With that said I have decided to start my own team, and dedicated it to all women out there.  If you are interested in joining me next year, like me on facebook, and follow me on twitter for updates.  I would appreciate those who are serious to please leave me your email address in the comment box below so that I could further advise when the time comes, also I’ll be doing team shirts.

Now here’s where it becomes fun. There are some clever people with wonderful shirts every year; I need to come up with something sassy that represents women from all walks of life. Moreover I need a team name; WAJIMA will be incorporated somewhere in there, so give me your ideas, and let’s play ball… for we will be walking to save the TATA’s come next Fall together!