Today I did something I haven’t done since I was 10 and dressed up as a witch practising the Danish equivalent of trick-of-treat (rasler for Fastelavn) : I went door-to-door asking people for money.
This morning people all over Denmark got up, gathered together at various schools and kindergartens, picked up pamphlets and collection boxes, and went out to raise money for cancer research and counselling.
For the first time, I was one of them.
I started in the rain and when I had finished my route the sun was shinning. I walked up what Apple Health told me was the equivalent of 48 flights of stairs. Up and down so many 5 story buildings, I lost track and left my umbrella in one of them. (It was my golf umbrella, so I went back for it.)
People thanked me for taking the time. People gave what they had. People told me they had nothing to give right now, but wanted information on how they could give later.
I’ve can’t remember the last time I was so physically exhausted, but it was worth every moment.
Worth it to collect what I could. To help fund more research. To help fund helplines, so no one struggles alone.
For all those people cancer has taken from us.
For the ones it is trying to take.
The ones where we’ll be damned if we let them go without a fight.