To understand the profound effect that pancreatic cancer has had on my life, we need to back up about 36 years.
I don't know how old I was (though it was around the age of me pictured), that my mom lost her father, Joseph, to pancreatic cancer. He was only 44 and from diagnosis to death was a matter of weeks.
I remember my mom's sorrow in him not meeting me.
I know my sorrow of never knowing him.
This twisted fate was destined to repeat itself.
It was shortly after my first son was born that my mom was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. We held hope.
She had a whipple.
She had chemotherapy.
She had months in the clear.
Then, within one short week two things happened: I told her I was pregnant with my second, and she told me the cancer was back and she was going to die.
Our hope was she would make it to meet him. Her pain was significant, and in the last visit I had back home to see her before she entered hospice I told her I understood if she didn't want to wait to let go.
On April 6th, 2016, at the age of 59, my mother Linda Ostler left this world.
Exactly three months later my second son was born.
With a family history and an assessed increased risk of pancreatic cancer, I became terrified of my fate. And one of the ways I found this year to deal with the grief, the fear, the ANGER, the everything - was running.
I was never a runner and certainly not an endurance athlete yet I've become one.
And now I want to run for a reason.
I've joined Team Project Purple in the 2020 NY Half Marathon. I'll be running these 13.1 miles (and hundreds of miles in preparation) for my mom on March 15th 2020.
All money raised goes directly to awareness and research.
Pancreatic cancer is one of the most lethal forms of cancer, the five year survival rate is just 8%.
It is devastating.
I would be honored and appreciative if you will donate to help me slay my fundraising goal to this incredibly worth cause and organization.
Your support gives me speed.
Thank you x