Normally, I save this blog as an outlet for journalistic expression. I usually write articles about top barrel racers, arena conditions and new products. But, today, I’m reflecting. I’m thinking about where barrel racing fits into the grand scheme of life, and I wanted to share a story with you all.
While I was at the All-American Quarter Horse Congress a few weeks ago, I received a phone call from my mother, letting me know that my aunt had been diagnosed with stomach cancer. I come from a very close family – ‘very close’ doesn’t even begin to touch upon how much love my family has for one another. When I heard about my aunt, I was standing in the middle of Lagrange, looking at gator boots. I stopped, cried and hugged my dearest friends. It was a gut-wrenching moment for me.
Over the last few weeks, we’ve heard nothing but good news from the doctors. They removed part of her stomach, and the surgery went great. She was told she’d have to be in the hospital for 10 days, since the surgery we got great report after great report. She began eating again, first soup then Jello. And then, just yesterday morning, the bomb went off. My uncle sent me a text message – my aunt’s biopsies came back, and the cancer had spread to her lymph nodes.
I got this text message just as I was throwing