On April 8th I was on my way home from The FINAL FOUR in San Antonio. Being a MEMPHIS fan, I was very disappointed in the outcome of the championship game. I called my mother on the way home...and my world changed! She spilled the dreaded news to me, yes it was cancer and yes she had to have surgery. How was this possible? Afterall we have no family history of this, I was thinking. All of a sudden Memphis Basketball was no longer at the forefront of my mind. Four days later my friend Kendra called and told me about the 3day walk. She had no idea about my mother's diagnosis when she called. She DID know that I would support her in whatever "crazy idea" she might have. I knew right then that I was walking! It did not matter if it was 60 or 600 miles. It did not matter how much money I had to raise. It did not matter which city in which I walked. I had to walk....IN HONOR OF MY MOM...who has not stopped smiling.
Monday, January 1, 2001
Marianne Parsons
On April 8th I was on my way home from The FINAL FOUR in San Antonio. Being a MEMPHIS fan, I was very disappointed in the outcome of the championship game. I called my mother on the way home...and my world changed! She spilled the dreaded news to me, yes it was cancer and yes she had to have surgery. How was this possible? Afterall we have no family history of this, I was thinking. All of a sudden Memphis Basketball was no longer at the forefront of my mind. Four days later my friend Kendra called and told me about the 3day walk. She had no idea about my mother's diagnosis when she called. She DID know that I would support her in whatever "crazy idea" she might have. I knew right then that I was walking! It did not matter if it was 60 or 600 miles. It did not matter how much money I had to raise. It did not matter which city in which I walked. I had to walk....IN HONOR OF MY MOM...who has not stopped smiling.
