Remember back in the day when these “tubes” used to be called “lifesavers”? It was still early enough in life by about a year or two (for me) that I still needed a floatie to not sink to the bottom of what was, approximately about 3 feet of water there in beautiful Pink Beach on Bermuda.

But every afternoon for two weeks, on our first-ever real four-person-all-healthy family vacation we’d swim around in the ocean for a few hours. My sister, on the left, was a better swimmer. She was a better everything. She and daddy would be up early in the morning, swimming, running on the beach,. etc.

My mom and I would stay up late into the night, reading historic literature like “Murder Most Royal” by Jean Plaidy about the lives and deaths of Anne Boleyn and Catherine Howard (wives 2 and 5 of Henry VIII if you’re not keeping count) and would go through an entire box of Oreos while reading.

Still had my girlish figure for about another year

Anyway … now? The lifesavers Stephanie and maybe someday I and for sure someday people we know and love will need will take a different form. The form of a donation to Avon Walk for Breast Cancer to help raise awareness in women to whom early detection can be the answer to a death sentence.

If you have someone you love, or have loved or lost, or know people in this situation, won’t you please consider clicking that pink link on the top of the widgets on the right and making a donation, however small, to “my” part of our team, Winston Cups: Hope And DIamonds, the team on which Stephanie and I are walking together for 39.3 miles in May?

Thank you. I’ll send cookies.