I have been reading the book with the little guy for the past week. I have to admit that, even though I had heard his name so many times before, I had never cared to know about the story of Terry Fox until now . After we finished the story yesterday, I was totally shocked and deeply touched.
My little boy asked many questions during this week-long reading. In response to one of his questions about cancer, I told him the story of my mentor's wife whom he always addresses as auntie. She had tumor in her foot a couple of years ago. With her usual optimistic attitude, it was cured. Last year, however, two new tumors were spotted in her lung and breast. She underwent two surgeries within one day at St. Margaret's Hospital in Toronto followed by a series of chemotherapy and radiation therapy. Every time I see her after she finished all her therapy, she still talks so merrily and looks healthier than I am. Initially I felt so sorry for her. Afterwards I have found it unnecessary. Why? Because she does not need sympathy. She has the same firing spirit as Terry Fox and therefore they are the survivor in their own respective way.
When I picked up my little guy at school this afternoon, he eagerly showed me his pledge for Terry Fox Run the next day on a small paper leaf pinned to the wall in the classroom along with other leaves that have formed a tree. On the paper leaf, he wrote: 23 laps to save auntie. I smiled. When a generation has been educated to believe in compassion and voluntary giving since childhood through a young Canadian named Terry Fox, the Marathon of Hope continues on.