This Saturday is the annual fundraiser for Norwalk Hospital’s Whittingham Cancer Center. First, I have a confession to make. For years I would see the posters for the event, and I would think, “Boy, am I glad I’m not walking in that!” I chose some time ago to “pick a disease” for my charitable giving and since I was always really afraid of getting MS or ALS, that’s where I donated. Over the years, I’ve sponsored other people walking or running for the American Cancer Society or other causes, but never thought I’d be the one asking for sponsors. There’s really no lesson here. No karmic turn. Just the way things happen. The way bad things happen to good people, and all that. Being at the end of my toxic chemo, I won’t have the energy to walk 3 miles so I didn’t feel right about creating a team, but I do know how amazing everyone at the Whittingham is and wish I had supported their efforts long before I learned first hand. But you can be sure I’ll be ponying up each year from now on. I’d love to have you join me in spirit with a small donation, if you can. Maybe next year, we can form a big team and we will all do the 5K run. Yeah, that’s not gonna happen. But walk, I will.