A couple of months ago, my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. She had a lumpectomy, followed quickly by mastectomy, and is now undergoing chemotherapy. When she first told us, i started preparing myself for the worst. Mom was already in poor health, and I figured if the cancer didn’t kill her, the treatment would.

Since then, I’ve become a little more hopeful. The doctor gives her good odds for surviving five years. The chemo’s been hard on her, landing her in the hospital with pneumonia recently. But, she’s responding well to the treatment.

I have to be optimistic, because anything else will drive me insane.

Because of this, my wife and I are running in the Komen Race for the Cure this Saturday. We started a team, so a few of our friends are joining us for the run. I hate running, but I hate being unable to help someone I love more, so there ya go.

This is the part where I hit you up for money.

I suck at this sort of thing, so I’m just going to say it: If you can afford to donate a buck or two, I’d love for you to sponsor our team. Or it’d be good if you could tweet, reblog, etc. the hell out of this to get the word out.

And if you have any extra bandwidth for your good thoughts, please send some to my mom. But don’t send them too hard — if she figures out where they’re coming from, I’ll have to explain Twitter/Tumblr to her. And nobody wants that.