Everyone has a fight in life. Some fight to be heard, some to go unnoticed, some to shine and some just to survive.
On May 30th, 2015, at 51 years of age, I’m going into the ring to fight. For me, its a bucket list thing. Anyone who knows me knows I’ve been a fighter all of my life. I always refer to it as “the good fight” – the relentless pursuit of goodness and what’s ‘right’. I try to fight that good fight every day. But for one incredible night, I will get to fight not just the ‘good fight’, but a super badass one as well.
Not only will I get to take on an opponent and go three rounds in a real amateur bout, (which is beyond cool), I’ll also get to raise my fists against the evil that is Cancer. Because every drop of sweat, and every punch thrown and taken will be in solidarity with those who have faced the disease and won or lost and for everyone who loved those fighters.
So even if I lose, I win. Because I get to take a stand and raise some much needed funds for the Princess Margaret Hospital to keep their good fight going. For my Uncle Stevie, for my cousin Elli, for the grandmother I never met, for my friend Philip, for my friends (especially Dayna who is battling breast cancer today), family and a better future – this fight is for all of you.
Please help me to blow my lofty fundraising goal outta the water and exceed my wildest dreams. And please join me on the night to scream and cheer. Cuz seriously – who doesn’t want to see me get punched in the face?? (That’s gotta be worth a few bucks).
Here’s to fighting the good fight!!!