You guys know how I feel about sick kids, right?
Sick kids make me cry and curse and use the caps lock.
Sick kids. I’ll do anything for them.
So of course, I’m going to participate in Genre’s Kids with Cancer Fund Footsteps in Faith 5k/1 Mile Fun Run to help Genre raise some money for his new nonprofit.
I was having lunch with Genre’s mother and some friends the other day, and she was updating us on Genre’s cancer treatments, explaining that I think it is 2014 before Genre will be considered cancer-free. Cancer. Such a persistent, aggressive, hateful bugger.
Anyway, Genre’s Kids with Cancer Fund is raising the funds necessary to provide free hand-held gaming systems and games to every child diagnosed with cancer at Children’s Hospital of Pittsburgh. In addition, they have some exciting new programs they’ll be launching soon designed to help the parents of those children make the adjustment to hospital life and life with cancer a bit easier in the going.
I have a lot of passion for what Genre and his mother are doing with their fund, so I’m doing my first charity walk ever. Wait. No. I recall doing a walk for cancer once before, perhaps ten years ago, after my friend died from leukemia at the age of 20. Have I said how much I hate cancer? RIP, Matt.
Now, this is supposed to be a run. I don’t run. I’ve mentioned her twice recently, but she’s getting mentioned again. As Gina from My Very Last Nerve said to me, “I don’t run. If you see me running, start running, because something bad is happening.”
Yeah, that’s how I feel. If I’m running, I’m running away from something scary. Pigeons. Blobs. Aliens. Mongolian Death Worms. Snooki.
So I will be WALKING this run. Briskly. As the little kids pass me all, “Geez, grandma. Pick up the pace.”
I want to raise some money for Genre’s fund, and I’m hopeful that you’ll help me out?
Mike, my trusted butler/friend/co-conspirator in all things shenanigan, has put a little donate button in the side bar that will take you to the Genre’s Kids with Cancer PayPal account.
It’s not just a normal donate button.
It’s a cropped picture of me at the age of 17 attending the Norwin Snowball Dance with a foreign exchange student from Denmark whose name was Rasmus, I believe.
1991. The year in which I rocked the black pantyhose and grandma shoes with a green velvet dress and went to Chesterfield’s and ate mozzarella sticks before going to the dance and having that picture snapped in front of a sea of red poinsettias.
Those were the dorky days. There were lots of dorky days and those dorky days were chronicled with dorky photographs.
I will share them with you, one at a time. My goal is to raise $1,000 for Genre. I will unveil an embarrassing picture of myself with every $500 raised, so if we reach our goal of $1,000, for sure you’ll see that picture as well as one my father recently found laying around the house and showed it to me all, “You could raise a fortune with this thing.” I am NOT MAKING THAT UP.
Embarrassing teen pictures also make me use the caps lock.
If we raise $1,500, that’s three embarrassing pictures.
It won’t take much. Two dollars? Three? Five? Can you spare a dime for me to help out all the kids who will be admitted to Children’s Hospital of Pittsburgh with the scary weight of the word Cancer resting on their small shoulders?
Thank you in advance, Pittsburgh!
I’ll keep you posted on progress toward the goal!