Danica and I joined our neighbours in their walk to Woodbine Park, banded together as “Soula’s Angels” in memory of a family member who died prematurely, of ovarian cancer, a decade ago.
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We all know that marching, cycling, singing and dancing have no effect on cancer. We know that the money raised has no direct effect, either. Much of it is drained off to pay for the very fundraising that creates the pot.
We do it because we don’t know what else to do. We do it because it brings us together in our sadness over those we’ve lost to cancer, and for those we know who are suffering with it. It is a frail, human, helpless hope that brings us out.