On International Women’s Day, I woke up at 4:30AM to be an audience member on Breakfast Television on behalf of Pink Pearl, an organization that supports young women with cancer. I was so nervous leading up to our segment that I frequented the bathroom at least five times, although I secretly hoped that I would bump into the Prime Minister on the way, because he was scheduled to come on at the end of the show.
If time allowed on the show, I would talk about my experience with Pink Pearl. Speaking on live TV scared me because of that scene from “Love Actually” where Natalie, the assistant, swears in front of the Prime Minister when she meets him for the first time.
Luckily, I got to speak, it went well, and I didn’t swear on live TV. That’s me in the pink t-shirt.
The day before the taping I heard that Prime Minister Trudeau was going on the show. My actual response was, “Whhhhhhhat. JT! OMG.”
That day, my reaction paralleled my prior excitement.
After speaking on the show about something (not sure what because I was in awe the whole time), the Prime Minister’s staff beckoned for him to leave to go to the next event. But first, a requisite selfie shot.
The Prime Minister’s entourage scurried him out, but not fast enough. I hightailed around the crowded studio, grabbing a book on the way, swung around the crowd to meet the Prime Minister and pulled out the cancer card.
“I was diagnosed with cancer on the same day that my son was born. Here is his baby book. Would you sign it for him?”
“I am so sorry to hear that. What’s his name?”
*As he signs* “Give Austin a big hug for me.”
“Okay. Will do.” (But really thinking, you could just swing by my place for lunch and hug him yourself you know).
Saying that, “I was excited” is a complete understatement.
I floated on cloud 9 for the rest of the day and crashed for the next two days. I had overexerted myself. It’s a good reminder that I still need to pace myself. My body is still fragile. As an observer, you only see that someone with cancer, “Looks good” but you don’t see the toll it takes when the fun is over, when they need to regain their strength. I don’t want to miss out on important events, but I have to remember to give myself time to recharge my batteries.
But I would do it all again, in a heartbeat. It was so worth it.
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