For Great-Grandma Gushee

Drew and I spent Friday evening and Saturday in Des Moines, celebrating with the Gushees what we hope will be a near-ending of breast cancer. In 1995, I lost my Grandma Gushee to breast cancer, and for the past few years we've been walking in the Race for the Cure in her honor. We celebrate her life, and we fight for a cure.

This year's group, all bundled up, ready to race (well, walk).

Away we go!

The best seat for the race!

We finished! (Well, Drew did. I had to stop just after two miles. This baby mama was feeling the pain!)

How we all wish we didn't have to participate in a race like this one. We'd all prefer to have Grandma with us. How proud she would be of her five great-grandsons.