Pam's Journal: The Race
October 7, 2002
Editor's Note: 7NEWS Meteorologist Pam Daale is grateful to all of the viewers who have expressed their best wishes as she wages her fight against breast cancer.
Daale has chosen to use TheDenverChannel.com as her way of keeping the public updated on her health. New journal entries will be posted weekly.
Wow! What a day! It's the evening after the Race for the Cure, and I'm
exhausted. Part of the reason is that our family also went into the
mountains for the afternoon, but more on that later...
The Race for the Cure was an amazing event. It was my first, and will
definitely not be my last! Channel 7 had a team of about 25 who walked
in the 5k coed walk/run which began at 9 a.m.
As we drove to the Channel 7 building (on the corner of Speer and Lincoln) at 8:30 I couldn't believe the masses of people walking in what I believe was the family walk.
The street looked to be filled, and the stream of people didn't seem to have
an end! Okay, so I'm thinking, do I really want to do this? As a
"short" person, I don't do all that well in large crowds. But I was too
excited to let that stop me, so on we went.
Once our group was ready to go, we piled in front of a banner the folks
at Channel 7 had put up for the race. Now it's a good thing I'd seen
that banner before that moment, because it's a little embarrassing
getting all blubbery in front of thousands of people who were still
walking by from the earlier race.
The sign was pink with a pink ribbon on it and it said, "We love you Pam Daale." Wow, again! It certainly wasn't expected, and I am just so thankful to be working with such great
people who care.
And while we were in front of the banner, many of the walkers came up to
give me encouragement, which was also a bit overwhelming and almost made
me reach for my tissues. That continued throughout the race, and to all
of you who recognized me and came up to wish us well, I thank you. I
can't tell you how much your support and prayers mean.
The enormous crowd didn't end up bothering me as much as I thought it
would. Once we merged into the flow of people, it went quite easily.
Our son Logan rode on my lap, and my husband pulled our daughter Taryn
in a wagon. We started on the right side of the street. In case you
didn't know, streets are "crowned" which means they are highest in the
middle, and slope to the sides. What that means to me is that if I'm on
one side or the other, I can push with only one arm.
I knew that 3 miles on one arm wasn't going to work, so I immediately made a bee-line
to the middle of the street. By the way, my apologies to those I may have cut off on the way.
At the beginning of the race, we couldn't really get a feel for just how
many were walking with us, because we were toward the beginning of the
line. But as we cut back on Speer, we could see the throngs that
continued to stream down the street behind us. That made me stop and really soak in the kind of event we were taking part in. Wow, yet again!
Along the way I noted all the women wearing their pink caps and pink
T-shirts. Many of whom came up to say "Way to go" or "I'm a 10-year
survivor, and I know you can be too."
Then there were the others with the pink papers on their backs saying who they were walking for.
There were a lot of signs that read "walking in celebration of..." But there
were also a lot of signs that read "walking in memory of..." That was
a big reminder to me that yes, women do die from breast cancer. And it
also reinforced why I want to be public about my own breast cancer, and
help raise awareness.
You may have seen the article in the papers this week about the
controversy over self-breast exams. That kind of stuff makes me angry
when I KNOW that finding my own lump may have saved my life. I have
talked with so many women who have said they found their own lumps. I
wonder how many of them wouldn't be here today if they didn't do their
self exams.
So please don't let the headlines let you slip into complacency over
self breast exams. THEY WORK! No, certainly not every breast cancer
can be found on a self exam, but consider the number of women who
wouldn't be here today had they not found their own lumps.
If you don't know how to do your own exam, talk to your doctor. They're easy and
painless, and could save your life.
There's lots more to talk about. But for now, my bed is calling.
Until next time...
Pam Daale
The happy cancer patient
The Race for the Cure was an amazing event. It was my first, and will
definitely not be my last! Channel 7 had a team of about 25 who walked
in the 5k coed walk/run which began at 9 a.m.
As we drove to the Channel 7 building (on the corner of Speer and Lincoln) at 8:30 I couldn't believe the masses of people walking in what I believe was the family walk.
The street looked to be filled, and the stream of people didn't seem to have
an end! Okay, so I'm thinking, do I really want to do this? As a
"short" person, I don't do all that well in large crowds. But I was too
excited to let that stop me, so on we went.
Once our group was ready to go, we piled in front of a banner the folks
at Channel 7 had put up for the race. Now it's a good thing I'd seen
that banner before that moment, because it's a little embarrassing
getting all blubbery in front of thousands of people who were still
walking by from the earlier race.
The sign was pink with a pink ribbon on it and it said, "We love you Pam Daale." Wow, again! It certainly wasn't expected, and I am just so thankful to be working with such great
people who care.
And while we were in front of the banner, many of the walkers came up to
give me encouragement, which was also a bit overwhelming and almost made
me reach for my tissues. That continued throughout the race, and to all
of you who recognized me and came up to wish us well, I thank you. I
can't tell you how much your support and prayers mean.
The enormous crowd didn't end up bothering me as much as I thought it
would. Once we merged into the flow of people, it went quite easily.
Our son Logan rode on my lap, and my husband pulled our daughter Taryn
in a wagon. We started on the right side of the street. In case you
didn't know, streets are "crowned" which means they are highest in the
middle, and slope to the sides. What that means to me is that if I'm on
one side or the other, I can push with only one arm.
I knew that 3 miles on one arm wasn't going to work, so I immediately made a bee-line
to the middle of the street. By the way, my apologies to those I may have cut off on the way.
At the beginning of the race, we couldn't really get a feel for just how
many were walking with us, because we were toward the beginning of the
line. But as we cut back on Speer, we could see the throngs that
continued to stream down the street behind us. That made me stop and really soak in the kind of event we were taking part in. Wow, yet again!
Along the way I noted all the women wearing their pink caps and pink
T-shirts. Many of whom came up to say "Way to go" or "I'm a 10-year
survivor, and I know you can be too."
Then there were the others with the pink papers on their backs saying who they were walking for.
There were a lot of signs that read "walking in celebration of..." But there
were also a lot of signs that read "walking in memory of..." That was
a big reminder to me that yes, women do die from breast cancer. And it
also reinforced why I want to be public about my own breast cancer, and
help raise awareness.
You may have seen the article in the papers this week about the
controversy over self-breast exams. That kind of stuff makes me angry
when I KNOW that finding my own lump may have saved my life. I have
talked with so many women who have said they found their own lumps. I
wonder how many of them wouldn't be here today if they didn't do their
self exams.
So please don't let the headlines let you slip into complacency over
self breast exams. THEY WORK! No, certainly not every breast cancer
can be found on a self exam, but consider the number of women who
wouldn't be here today had they not found their own lumps.
If you don't know how to do your own exam, talk to your doctor. They're easy and
painless, and could save your life.
There's lots more to talk about. But for now, my bed is calling.
Until next time...
Pam DaaleThe happy cancer patient
Previous Stories:
- October 7, 2002: Pam's Personal Race For The Cure
- October 6, 2002: 54,531 Join Race For The Cure
- October 4, 2002: Pam Tells Of Her Chemo Progress
- October 4, 2002: Pam's Journal: Never More Than You Can Handle
- October 1, 2002: Pam's Journal: Chemo, Take Two
- September 21, 2002: Pam's Story: My Battle With Cancer
- September 20, 2002: Breast Cancer: A Personal Story
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