The sky was blue. The sun was shining down on us, both literally and figuratively.
There, looking out on the field at the Giants game, a few tears rolled down my cheeks and onto my orange shirt as my brother received recognition for his philanthropic contributions to the Cancer Support Community.
Fourteen years ago my brother was diagnosed with testicular cancer. Ten years ago he married Kristen. (She's the cute blonde at the left.) Eight years ago their first child was born. Six years ago their second child was born. With us today at AT&T Park were his two longtime friends and post-college San Francisco apartment mates, the ones backpacking through Europe with him when he learned that something was wrong. Two days after Barry's surgery Jon and Brian drank beers and played cards with my brother on my parents' patio while he was recovering from surgery. And today they celebrated with us.
I wish my parents had been there with us today. No, they're not dead. They were in Chicago for their great nephew's Bar Mitzvah. I hope it was mindblowing because the party they missed in the city certainly was.
Genentech partners with CSC and sponsors this annual Strike Out Cancer event. They hosted us for lunch and a meet and greet with some players. Balls were signed. Barry, among others, received recognition, and we watched the Giants defeat the Oakland A's.
I am so proud of him. Thank you for being a survivor, B, and for helping others to survive.
P/S What is it about the schwag they give away at these things? You can see that it was Fedora Day. What makes a person dying to get their hands on the giveaways that go right into the trash when they get home? Genentech was also giving out messenger bags. At first I was mad I didn't get one and then, in the car on the way home, I was relieved.
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