What? Hockey sticks don't make you cry? Oh, I beg to differ...
There's a certain 13 year old boy who plays hockey. He decided one day recently that he should have a pink hockey stick. Sure, his mom agreed, but why? For breast cancer awareness. This was around the time I was diagnosed so his mom shared my story with him. Well, for sure he wanted it then. He wrote my name on the stick and when the boys made fun of him for having a pink stick, it didn't matter, it was his stick and it was important. No one else gets to touch it or hold it; it is our bond, our connection, his way of helping me fight.
Yesterday, his mom brought me pictures of the stick:
He signed the back of one photo "Thinking of you." My heart melts and my eyes tear up. It's more than a hockey stick that makes me cry. It's love, and awesomeness, and standing up for what you believe in, and being 13 with a heart so huge and strong.
HP, you are amazing and I am so thankful to you for this.