Volume 51, Number 47

twelve pages

Byrdstown, Tennessee 38549 -- Thursday, November 20, 2014

The survivor lap, how precious it is

I attended my first Relay for Life event three years ago. I didn't attend as a team member but as a family member of someone who had survived cancer. That survivor was my dad. My dad Shirley Ford, many of you know him as Shird, had been diagnosed with lung cancer several months before. After chemotherapy and six weeks of radiation treatments, he was winning the fight against cancer.
I was touched by the events I witnessed that night. The one that touched me the most was the survivor lap. By: Julia Barber
II remember watching all of the survivors taking their precious lap around the track. I also remember crying behind my sunglasses that day, they were happy tears though. I was so very thankful I was able to watch my dad walk that survivor lap.
There are many things the American Cancer Society does for people fighting cancer. Things such as room and boarding, meals and in my family's case, gas cards. These were provided during my dad's daily radiation treatments. These treatments involved going to Cookeville everyday Monday through Friday, for six weeks. These things are made possible with the help of Relay for Life activities.
My dad went for check-up recently and is still cancer free. He spends his time mowing the yard, working in the garden and sitting in the yard under the shade trees.
He was able to walk the survivor lap this year and I am looking forward to watching him walk it again for many more years.

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