Monday, November 21, 2011

The Culture of Pink


As a final project for my Cultural Anthropology class, we were required to write a mini-ethnology about any subculture we wanted to study. I chose to write about the Walkers, Crew, Spectators and Survivors of the 3-Day. In addition to my own experiences and data gathered from the 3-Day website and their pages on Facebook and Twitter, I created a survey and solicited responses from members of the 3-Day community. What follows is the paper that I wrote and a link to a blog I created as a presentation to share with the class. 



The Culture of Pink

As far back as I can remember, breast cancer has been a part of our family. I was in my early 20’s when my Aunt Brenda was diagnosed for the first time. She lived more than 30 years longer and fought breast cancer twice more before the cancer spread and eventually took her from us this past year. She lived a long, full, beautiful life, due to a great extent to the advances in diagnosis and treatment of breast cancer in the past decades. Also during that time, breast cancer became a much bigger part of our family, affecting my mother, my paternal grandmother, one of my paternal aunts and my sister.
Too many lives touched, too much pain and fear. It needs to end. I have a daughter and two granddaughters. They were born into a family with 3 generations of breast cancer history. I don’t want one of them to ever have to hear a doctor say the words, “You have breast cancer.”  They are why I walk.
I first heard of the Susan G. Komen 3-Day for the Cure several years ago when I watched hundreds of men and women in pink walk past the office where I was working. The timing was such that I couldn’t participate then but the 3-Day became one of those “I’m going to do that some day” things. A few years ago when my sister was diagnosed, “some day” arrived. This was no longer my mom’s generation or my grandmothers. Breast cancer has now reached my generation. That’s scary as hell. Her diagnosis was the push I needed to step outside my personal comfort zone and do something. The time to talk was over. It was time to walk the walk. Literally.
 Lauren, a first time Walker in SF Bay, expressed a similar reason for walking, “I walk because I can. I walk because I don’t want future generations to know what Breast Cancer is. I walk for the women who have showed me that you can have cancer, but cancer doesn’t have to have you. There is life during and after cancer. I walk because I believe every step we took brought us one step closer to curing cancer.” Prior to my first walk experience, I assumed that the Walkers and Crew were there for the same reason I was, because they or someone they love has/had been affected. Bernie, who has participated in several Walks, 7 times as a Walker and once on the Crew, has a very personal reason for walking and personifies my pre-Walk assumption, “My wife Mary was diagnosed with Breast Cancer in 1991. January to be exact. In April she had a mastectomy and then did nine months of intense chemo. If we had waited six months she would have had no hope. But thanks to research, new drugs, a great oncologist named Dr. Alan Edelstein and his staff, and her incredibly positive attitude she lived for 15 years… She passed away April 12, 2005. We ended up walking that year in Boston not only to honor her but in memory of her. I will walk til I can't and then I will crew. I know so many people that have been affected by this disease and want to help.”
I’m not sure why I was surprised to find that others had reasons, many unrelated to breast cancer, for participating. Many people who responded to my survey walked because of the challenge. Abby, a Walker in PA, wrote that she was walking because she was turning 30 and felt like she was getting old and needed to do something. Amy, who walked in Tampa Bay, similarly wrote that she had friends who encouraged her to walk with them and it was on her 42nd birthday so she decided she wanted to take the challenge. Aymee, who has walked twice and crewed twice in Atlanta, wrote of a fitness challenge with an interesting twist, “I'm a camper and so when I read about the walk I wanted to share the experience of completing a 60 mile walk, raising money for breast cancer, and sleeping in a pink tent!”
According to the Susan G. Komen organization, the statistics for the first 12 of this year’s Walks show a total of nearly 28,000 participants. Of this total, about 3,500 were men, which means they make up approximately 12.6% of the total participants. Of the 55 people who responded to my online survey, 7 were men which is 14% of the overall responses thus my survey represents a statistically accurate reflection of the overall group. One of the men, Nelson, had a very emotionally charged story. His reasons for walking really stuck home for me. He not only walked for his wife, a survivor, but also had a very personal revelation to share, “Walking for the 3 Day meant being part of something that is positive for me on every imaginable level. On an exterior level, I raised money for a great cause, and I supported my wife. On an interior level, I provided myself with many months of motivation to exercise. Through recent introspection, I have realized that in periods of my life where I was working on a big goal, i.e. a college degree, I have done well and have thrived - both on obtaining those goals and in secondary goals as well. Without a large dragon to slay on the horizon, I have struggled. Komen was a central personal mission for me for over a year and it yielded benefits to me beyond my expectations.”
As I noted above, Nelson’s response spoke to me and, when I thought about what he wrote, I realized that I had some of those same motivations, especially this past year. In 2009, I missed part of Saturday’s Walk, due to extreme shin splints. In 2010, I missed part of Friday, due to injuries from a fall while hiking 3 weeks prior to the Walk. This year I had physical problems as well and spent some time with the sports meds crew at lunch on Sunday. When he diagnosed my problem and told me what he was going to do, I said, “Great. Do what you need to do and tape me up, whatever it takes to get me back out there. I have a Walk to finish.” I was just a mile from the Golden Gate Bridge and less than 6 miles from Holding, the finish line. When I look back, I realize that this year above all else was about the physical challenge for me. It was very important for me to be able to say I walked every one of the 60 miles. While raising money to fight breast cancer was and will always be my primary motivation for walking, at that moment on the exam table in the medical tent, meeting the physical challenge of walking 60 miles in 3 days was the reason I kept going.
I’m not sure what my expectations were when I signed up for my first Walk. What I found was, quite simply, life changing. Having experienced it for myself, I cannot imagine how someone could participate and walk away without being deeply and profoundly affected. Jeannie, a first time Walker and 2 time Crew member in Atlanta, put it best when she said that the 3Day is humanity at its best. On Friday of my first Walk, as we were making our way up the Great Highway toward the Golden Gate Bridge, I got tremendous Charley horses in both calves, due to near heat exhaustion brought on by dehydration. I was unable to walk, to move, and sat on a bench trying to figure out what to do. A group of Walkers stopped and one woman recognized my symptoms and knew what to do. She massaged the muscles and finally got them to release so I could walk to the Pit Stop for medical attention. This was not an isolated event but rather a perfect example of the many acts of kindness and community that I saw that weekend, in each weekend I’ve walked and throughout the entire 3Day culture as evidenced by the survey responses. Traci, a first time Walker in PA, had an experience similar to mine. She wrote, “I was injured along the route, strained my Achilles tendon, and people I didn't even know slowed down to make sure I was ok.”
Brandi, a first time Walker in Michigan, wrote that one of her most treasured memories was one of the medics who knew exactly what was wrong with her and treated her with kindness both that day and for the rest of the weekend when they ran in to each other. I had a similar Guardian Angel disguised as a medic. Her name is Linda. She was in the medical tent that first time I needed help in 2009. She recognized my symptoms as heat exhaustion, provided treatment that saved me from a serious medical emergency and did it all with the kindness of a lifelong friend, thus winning my confidence and trust and saving me from panic. That Sunday when I entered the Holding area to wait for the group march into the Closing Ceremony, as I walked through the long, long receiving line of family, friends and fellow Walkers there to cheer each Walker, Linda stepped out of the crowd and gave me the biggest hug! She told me that she was so proud of me and how I rebounded from the near disaster of Friday to complete the Walk. We hugged and cried. We meet up each year at the 3Day and celebrate our friendship and common commitment to the cure.
Another preconceived idea I had before my first Walk was assuming that Walking was a one time deal for most people. I quickly learned that this assumption was incorrect. I overheard many conversations about what happened while walking this year or that, in this city or another, indicating that a lot of people I was walking with had walked before. I began to notice people with pins saying “I’m a 3-peat”, “I’m a 5-peat” and even “I’m a 13-peat”! There is an entire culture of people who Walk or Crew year after year after year. This was an interesting concept for me at the time. Now, of course, I completely understand and I myself am a 3-peat who is already registered for 2012.
We’ve already explored why people choose to Walk or Crew the first time. But why do they come back and do it again year after year? I posed this question in the survey and the answers were varied and filled with emotion as the respondents shared their memories. Heather is a 2-peat Walker in DC. She wrote, “I take pride in walking the 3Day. I know that I am lucky to be able to walk for 3Days/60Miles, which is something not everyone is able to do. It means that I am able to kick cancer’s butt for 60Miles and at the end of the 3Day experience I am exhausted, but ready to register for another walk.” Just like Heather, within 24 hours of returning from my first Walk in 2009, while I still had leg cramps and so many blisters that I was wearing my slippers to work for a week, I signed up for 2010. I have done this each year. It is now a part of me, just like it is for so many others.
One thing that keeps me coming back is the people I’ve met. Last year I encountered a woman along the route. She was sitting on the windowsill of one of the businesses in downtown SF. I walked past her on Sunday afternoon. I was pretty tired and in mild pain from tired leg muscles as we climbed up and down hill after hill. As I passed her, she asked if she could have one of the necklaces I was wearing. I stopped, gave her a necklace and a hug and chatted for a bit. She was a beautiful reminder of why I should stop whining about sore muscles and instead be thankful for the ability to do what I was doing, something she was unable to do. Each year I learn so many things about myself and learn lessons that build and refine my character. This is part of the life changing experience that is the 3Day.
Last year it poured rain for most of the San Diego Walk. It was Bethany’s first Walk experience. This is what she shared as her favorite memory from the Walk, “My most treasured memory was being on the final miles. Walking through downtown San Diego, soaked to the bone, my feet bleeding, my get up and go left me 14 miles back, and seeing a woman holding a sign that said "THANK YOU FOR WALKING FROM A SURVIVOR". I don't have any idea why she stuck out to me, but I stopped and gave her the biggest hug. I thanked her for standing in the pouring rain and supporting our efforts. There were so many people that were there to cheer us on, despite two out of three days being majorly rain. I hugged her, we both cried, I thanked her and she said, "No, thank you". I really didn't feel like I was the one to thank. I have not fought a battle like cancer; I have not been in the position to be staring death in the face. It was easy for me to lace up my sneakers and go for a walk because I was committed to it. I had raised $5600 towards it, I wasn't going to let my funders down. But this woman, a survivor, didn't have to take time out of her day to come stand in the rain, to offer a warm hug, to shed a tear with a complete stranger. She wanted to, it wasn't me who needed to be thanked... it was all of them. They hadn't signed any forms or committed any monies to be raised. They were taking their own time, their own monies, and supporting us. They deserved the thanks. She deserved it. She fought cancer and won, she deserved so much more than I could have given her.”
The 3Day experience can bring out emotions for so many. For those who have fought cancer or have lost loved ones to cancer, the Walk can bring healing and closure. Aymee from Atlanta shared this memory from her Crew experience, “My most treasured memory of the 3-day was during the first year I crewed. One of my teammates was participating for the first time -- it was my second. I asked why she was there and she said in memory of her best friend who she'd lost earlier that year and who had left behind 2 young children. She cried and I cried with her. At closing ceremonies we were against the barricade in the crew section near the Survivors. I had told my new friend that this ceremony would not be an easy one to get through. Well, sure enough as we celebrated the survivors, my teammate broke down in tears but what happened next is my most treasured memory. One of the survivors turned around and hugged my new friend as she cried for her lost best friend. I won't ever forget that moment.” The kindness and caring that is shared between Walkers and Crew, the Spectators and Walker Stalkers who come to cheer us and thank us for walking; it is so rare to see this level of pure, uncensored human kindness and compassion. This is one of the most compelling reasons that I go back and, I think, for others as well.
Wendy, a first time Walker in Tampa Bay, summed up her view of the 3Day experience in this way, “This event was bigger than I expected in ways I never thought of. I met people from all over the US walking for all kinds of reasons....I met cancer survivors and women courageously battling the disease now. I made new friends (I know that surprises you) and was inspired by the goodness and generosity of hundreds of people we encountered along the way. Everyday we were treated like heroes, being thanked by people passed...we were offered food, snacks, drinks, wet towels and applause and high- fives from strangers... The police wore pink, the firefighters wore pink, men wore bras and everyone wore smiles.... It was truly incredible.... I will have to do it again in 2012....”
The people who are part of the 3Day culture became part of the group for a variety of reasons. Each has their own unique memories and experiences from the Walks as well as their own reason to return. Commitment is the tie that binds us; the Culture of Pink is the spirit that compels us and keeps us coming back.
The Culture of Pink has an impact that goes far beyond the 60 miles. “Kindness rocks... I wish everyone were as kind as 3day walkers crew and volunteers 365days a year but for the 362 days I'm not with them I'll do my best to help others and make the world a better place who knows if I keep paying the kindness forward maybe it'll catch on and the world will be a kinder more helpful place,” Abby, PA Walker.


Appendix

Statistics on 3Day Walkers as reported by Susan G. Komen organization

For first 12 3Day Walks of 2011

Male Walkers – 2,400
Male Crew Members – 1,100

Walkers [W] and Crew [C] by City

Boston: 1,700 W, 375 C
Cleveland: 950 W, 325 C
Chicago: 1,900 W, 400 C
Michigan: 1,500 W, 450 C
Twin Cities: 2,100 W, 425 C
San Francisco: 1,500 W, 375 C
Seattle: 2,000 W, 375 C
DC: 2,500 W, 425 C
Philly: 2,200 W, 425 C
Atlanta: 2,400 W, 425 C
Tampa Bay: 1,500 W, 350 C
Dallas: 2,800 W, 450 C


Online Survey of Walkers, Crew and Spectators

I created the survey and posted to Facebook, Twitter and Google+, asking for responses from Walkers, Crew, Spectators and all 3Day Fans. There were 55 responses. The following is the demographic data.

Sex
Female – 48
Male – 7

Age
21-30 – 12
31-40 – 12
41-50 – 17
51-60 – 11
61-70 – 3

Type of Participation
Walker – 80
Crew – 20
Spectator – 10

City of Participation
Chicago – 1
Boston – 4
Cleveland – 6
Michigan – 2
Twin Cities – 2
SF Bay – 5
Seattle – 5
Washington DC – 8
Philadelphia – 23
Atlanta – 20
Tampa Bay – 13
DFW – 17
Arizona – 0
San Diego – 4

Response by city slightly skewed due to timing of survey and solicitation method. Request for survey response posted periodically between 10/16 and 11/6. Responses heavily represent the cities that sponsored Walks during or just prior to that time frame – Philadelphia (Oct 14-16), Atlanta (Oct 21-23), Tampa Bay (Oct 28-30) and Dallas/Fort Worth (Nov 4-6) making up 2/3 of the total responses. Because the request for input was made to the various social media sites, those who had either just completed a Walk or were preparing for a Walk would be more likely to be visiting the site for last minute instructions, photos from the events, posts from other Walkers and Crew, etc and would therefore be more likely to see my request and prone to respond favorably due to pre or post Walk enthusiasm. 

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Commitment

 Like many of the Walkers, I received this email yesterday: 
Congratulations! You are now part of a very elite group of walkers who go the extra mile for the Susan G. Komen 3-Day™. Welcome to the 3-Day Commitment Club, and thank you for going above and beyond in your commitment to the 3-Day.

You are one of the shining stars of the 3-Day®, carrying on the promise that Nancy G. Brinker made to her sister more than 30 years ago, to find the cures to help bring an end to breast cancer.

The Commitment Club recognizes those 3-Day participants like you who have raised far more than their share for the 2012 3-Day season, or walkers who keep coming back year after year.
This badge will now appear on my fundraising page and my credentials for future walks:



  
I am really quite proud of this! 

Saturday, October 22, 2011

I'm a 3-Peat!


Susan G. Komen 3Day for the Cure
San Francisco, CA
September 9-11, 2001

Habits

“Thoughts lead on to purpose, purpose leads on to actions, actions form habits…”
 Tryon Edwards


Thoughts

My Aunt Brenda passed away earlier this year. The pin that I wore on the front of my hat for the previous Walks is with her in her casket, a symbol of my promise to her that I would continue to walk, continue to fight to find a cure for breast cancer.




Purpose

For as long as I can remember, we’ve known that there is a history of breast cancer in our family. This history is now overwhelming – maternal aunt, paternal grandmother, paternal aunt, my mom and my sister. With each passing year, another name is added. As time goes on, it is looking like, for the women in our family, breast cancer is not an ‘if’ but a ‘when’.

Here are my girls – my daughter Danielle and granddaughters Larissa and Kelsey. I walk for them, so they don’t have to live with the fear of breast cancer throughout their lives. I walk for myself so that I can be around to watch them grow and to be a part of their lives.






I added two more names to my hat this year. There are 13 in all, 3 who are gone, 10 survivors. Too many names on the list, too many lives affected.




Action

So I walk. I can’t find the cure myself. I can’t even fund the research. But I can walk. I can reach out to family and friends and coworkers to raise money. I can do my part too. I walk to raise money. I walk to find a cure. I walk because I need to do something. I can’t stand by and watch this happen over and over again to the ones I love, to the ones you love.

Habit

I’m a 3-peat. This was my third walk. I’m already signed up for 2012. Thoughts do indeed lead to purpose, purpose to action and action to habit.





Start With a Good Beginning

I started the 2011 Walk as I have the others – waking up next to Dave, in a hotel room near SFO. It’s so much easier to spend the night and drive 15-20 min to Cow Palace vs all the way from home… when you have to be there around 5:00 AM. This summer we had a couple of weekend adventures in SF and found a hotel we like, clean rooms, good service and an IHOP right next door - check in, quick bite to eat, and early to sleep!

The 2011 Walk adventure begins



Pre-dawn Drop Off

Everything is so very well organized at the 3Day. Dave dropped me off and was on his way to an early morning dentist’s appt and then work. I turned in my duffle bag and headed out to the opening ceremony area.






Let’s get this party started!!  





Honoring the Memories and the Battles

Again this year, we had the option of including our loves ones in the opening ceremony. A white fabric flag cover the length of several tables. Markers were provided. This flag was raised on the flagpole within the Survivors’ Circle during the ceremony.

Again… so many names… too many names…






The ceremony was beautiful, as always; a combination of celebration, pep rally, memorial and old time revival meeting. Its very early and we’re all chilly and not quite awake and yet the energy is unreal, the adrenaline, the sense of communal purpose and passion. It sets the tone for the entire weekend.





And away We Go!!

There is always a bit ‘receiving line’ of people to send us off with cheers and high 5’s.




One of the first things that caught my eye Friday morning was this sign posted along our path. I was thinking about a friend of mine. His name is David and he is currently fighting cancer. His wife made the HOPE bracelets I wear. One is to show support for Dave, the other is pink for breast cancer. When I saw this sign, I paused to take a picture and to send even more healing vibes David’s way.







The weather was pretty sketchy most of Friday, as you can see from this pic. We walked from Cow Palace through Daly City and wound around a few city streets, past the SF Zoo to the coast. This has been Day 1 each year.




We climbed the big hill to The Cliff House and headed to the Coastal Trail.






Gorgeousness


Despite the grey skies, the view from that trail was as gorgeous as always.






Early afternoon the sun finally appeared, just in time for us to cross the field and head over to Fisherman’s Wharf.








Well It Seemed Like a Cool Idea…

The first year I walked, we set up camp at Crissy Field; last year it was on the grounds of The Presidio. This year our camp was set up on Treasure Island. It was very cool!! The view from there was amazing. It was a very nice venue for our pink pup tents.

Our private ferry was docked at Fisherman’s Wharf on Friday. It was gorgeous and sunny. Perfect way to end Day 1!






As the title says, the whole island/ferry thing sounded like a cool idea and it was a neat experience.. but the logistics involved in putting nearly 1900 people on boats and taking them to the island were less than ideal. Long, long waits in line. Delays while everyone loads up/unloads.

But it was a great experience and, for some, a first time on a ferry.







Treasure Island!

This was my first time on the island. Once we got off the boat, we had another mile to walk to get to camp. Most of it was right along the bay. The sun was setting. It was an awesome view!





Finally arrived at camp. I found my bag and walked to my assigned tent space. My tentmate had arrived before me and the tent was set up. I unpacked my sleeping bag and its pad then went for a shower. It was so great! ;-D

When I was putting my things away, my tentmate showed up. What was really cool was that she and I had chatted for awhile on the walk earlier in the day, neither of us realizing that we were tentmates. Out of the nearly 1,900 people there, the odds of this happening were pretty slim. After dinner, I talked to Dave for a few minutes, until I got sleepy and started slurring my words. Ha! Definite sign that its time to sleep.

Day 1 complete

Glorious Day and New Territory

Saturday morning we made our way back to the boat dock. The sunrise was a beautiful way to begin our day!


Saturday the dropped up on the east side of the bay and we walked all over Berkeley and into Oakland. It not spent much time in either city so I was looking forward to this part of the weekend.

The weather was mild, partly cloudy, with sun coming and going all day. The temps were pleasant and the view was great.





We walked a lot of hills over the 3 days, but then this is the San Francisco Bay area so that’s to be expected, right? It seems that each day had at least one especially difficult hilly area. On Friday, it was the climb along the Great Highway up to The Cliff House and beyond. Sunday we walked that really ugly hill from Fort Baker up to the Golden Gate Bridge.

Saturday’s hill challenge was Berkeley Hills. I remember one hill that was particularly steep and a very long climb, over a quarter of a mile. Approximately 1/3 of the walkers ended up stopping at least once on the way up to rest. When I got to the top, there was one of the safety team there to keep an eye on us as we crossed the winding road above. He and I had chatted off and on all weekend. He reached out and took my hand and acted like he was pulling me up the hill. At the top, he held my hand a moment and said, “You OK?”. I said, “Yeah.” He continued to hold my hand and said, “Really? Are sure you’re OK?” to which I replied, “Oh yeah. Hell yeah! I’m a Mountain Woman. These sissy hills don’t scare me!” and off I went.

Next we walked into Oakland where we picked up the ferry for our ride to camp. But first, a nice rest in the shade along a lake. And a photo op:





(I blame the boa. Yeah. Cause I’m naturally quiet and shy and introverted. Yeah. It was the boa.   :-D  )

Humor Takes Many Forms

A weekend long event focused on breast cancer brings ample opportunities for bodily function humor, you know... the kind that makes junior high school boys giggle and blush.

It’s reflected in choice of dress. Bras take on all kinds of new uses:






The sweep vans








And, of course, tshirts




This pic is one of the men on the safety team. I asked if I could take a pic of his vest, saying I was going to send it to my husband and that I thought he’d get a kick out of it. He and I were chatting for a bit when another woman came up and asked to take a pic of his vest.

He faked being all upset and said, “Everyone always wants a picture of my back. What’s wrong with this? I ask ya..” as he gestured towards his face.

As she took the pic, she said, “I want to send it to my husband. I think he’ll get a kick out of it.” We laughed.

This same man was on stage during the closing ceremony. His wife is a survivor. She walks, he crews. I saw them together several times over the weekend. This touched my heart.




A special shout out to my team in Houston




It reads
TEXAS INDEPENDENT TOURING SOCIETY
TITS
WALKING TWO ABREAST FOR THE CURE

And one of my favorites. Lengthy, but it covers all of the bases




It reads:
Adore your Assets
Baby your Boobies
Cherish your Chest
Cosset your Cleavage
Guard your Girls
Help your Hooters
Mind your Melons
Preserve your Peaches
Revere your Rack
Treasure your TaTas

Equipment Failure

Saturday afternoon my pack began to fall apart. I was very gentle with it all afternoon and made it back to camp where I immediately bought a new one. Brand new pack too.

It only made it through 2 days. Guess that means I’m tougher than my pack!




Back at camp early again. I got my stuff loaded into my new pack. Then I grabbed a shower and some dinner. A quick chat with Dave and I was off to sleep.

Day 2 complete

A Day to Remember

The Sunday of our walk was 9/11. Like most of the country, we took time to remember the day and the many who were lost.

We woke to find the pink walk flags replaced with a row of American flags at half mast.




We walked the first mile, from camp to the dock, in silence.