Moving Forward

Published March 9, 2014 by S

Life Updates:

  • As of June 1, 2013 my husband and I separated, and are now working towards a divorce.
  • I continued on with my 2nd surrogacy journey, and delivered healthy boy/girl twins in October 2013.  You can read my story on my other blog dedicated to my experiences.


“Happiness is not determined by what’s happening around you, but rather what’s happening inside you. Most people depend on others to gain happiness, but the truth is, it always comes from within.”

“Happiness is not simply given to you, not can you expect another person to be responsible for your happiness, else you are doomed before you even begin.”

“Those we love can be supporters and help us nurture our happiness, but they cannot guarantee it. Only by looking within can we truly learn to feel and express the joy of living.”

I don’t know who wrote these quotes, but it really sums up a lesson I have had to learn over the last few years. Hopefully others that are struggling can find the truth in these words as I have.

Take control of you life, stop sitting there blaming everyone and everything around you for your situation.

Yes, bad things happen that set us back but your life cannot be handed to you. Everyone struggles, and everyone has sorrow. Everyone has trials, and everyone has disaster. You cannot live your life comparing it to others, and expect good things to start happening. You cannot live a life expecting something good to “just happen” without taking a few steps to make it so.

Despite my upbringing, I do not have a religious faith, but I do have a faith in humanity and in our ability to survive. I have faith that no matter how bad something is, somewhere there is a person who will help me, if only I have the strength to ask.

I do not turn to God to fix my life or give me strength, although I can see why some people do.  I have learned to trust in myself, and to draw strength from the love I have in my life.

I do not need romantic love to survive, and I do not need romantic love to validate my life.

I want romantic love in my life, but I can survive without it. I want romantic love in my life, but I can be happy without it.

I learned over half my lifetime ago, that simply sitting there waiting for someone to take notice and make things better for me was not going to work. I learned life doesn’t work that way, and that if I didn’t speak up, if I didn’t ask for help….no help came.

I have suffered loss through death…and I have survived. I have loved, and then been alone…and I have survived. I have struggled to grow and I have made bad choices…but I have survived. I did not always succeed, even when I tried my hardest, but I learned…and I have survived.

I do not have a perfect life, but I have the life I made for myself. I am happy and I am proud. I have the love of my family, and the promise of new love in my future.

I have endless doors open to me.

Now I just need the courage to step through…


Reflections of Myself

Published January 5, 2013 by S

Tonight I had a very strange experience.  I honestly am not sure how to describe it.

Mike had just gone upstairs to go to bed after trying to watch a very odd-looking movie, and I went to the bottom of the stairs to ask him a question.

We have random mirrors up throughout our house.  Not fancy ones or particularly interesting ones, with the exception of the round  one that was a wedding gift from close family friends, but in this particular house has not really found a home on any wall.

So while standing at the bottom of the stairs, I happened to look to my right at the cheap mirror that I had bought at Walmart several years ago to hang by the front door of our second house. I don’t know what it was, but I just kept looking at myself.

I will admit that I can be vain, but I have never been “stare-at-myself-in-the-mirror” vain.

I really can’t describe the weird feeling of peace that I felt. I searched my face in my reflection for something. I don’t know what, but looking at myself tonight, I felt a strange sense of peace. It was almost like my inner voice said, “Aha!  There you are!”

I didn’t have any bright or startling revelations, but I couldn’t seem to form any of the usual thoughts I have when I inspect myself in the mirror as we all do from time to time.  I didn’t see that my cheeks are perhaps more rounded than I want them to be, and I didn’t see that I am in desperate need of an eyebrow waxing.  I didn’t see what I think of as my “hooded” eyes, or my pale skin.  I didn’t see my desperately-needs-a-cut-and-style hairdo.

I just saw…me. And for some reason, it was very hard to turn away. It was almost like I was trying to memorize the person being reflected back at me, as if I might never see her again.

All in all, it was just strange.  But I was at peace.

I eventually clicked into myself again, and words to write this posting started flooding into my head. My phone was within reach, so I tried to take a picture of this serene moment to help me remember it later.  Of course the pictures on a cell phone are nowhere near as good as ones taken with a real camera…held and controlled by another person, but it was all I had handy.

Someone told me once that I’m a “Mona Lisa smiler”. Whenever I think I’m smiling a little curious smile, it tends to look almost like a small frown, or maybe just a plain old poker face. They said that when I smile, I look like I know something, but don’t want to let on that I know something. I don’t think I really understand what they meant until now.  Over the years I’ve learned to exaggerate my smile for photos, but tonight, it just didn’t seem appropriate, less honest somehow.

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My Last Name

Published December 9, 2012 by S

I know I shouldn’t let it bother me, but it does bother me!

What you ask?

When I receive mail addressed to “Sara W—-” instead of my Legal hyphenated last name.

Since I was a little girl, I always knew that I would not give up my last name, my fathers name.  I was given that name at birth, and it is as much a part of me as my blue eyes, or my own children.

It might not seem like a big deal to most people, but to me it is.  Getting married shouldn’t require you to give up a part of yourself, but should add to who you are.

And on a less philosophical level, I just think its an odd practise and don’t want to do it!  I like my last name.  It Latvia it might be as common as Smith or Jones here in Canada, but I like the way it sounds, and looks.  I like that I have to spell it out to people because although its a simple enough name, it tricks strangers into thinking it should be trickier.

Legally when I got married, I hyphenated in order to add my husbands name to my own. This was decided years before our marriage when we were naming our daughter.  I really wanted my name to be a part of her legal name on her birth certificate, but whether or not she uses it as she gets older is up to her.  There is no doubt that my husbands name is simpler, and just all around easier, but for all eternity K——will be on her birth certificate.

Mike’s only request in naming is that we all share the same last name.  To him that was important (and I totally get that) but to me it wasn’t such a big deal.  I grew up in a household where we had 3 different different last names amongst 4 people.  I shared my fathers last name, my brother has his fathers last name, and my mother goes by her maiden name.

I never thought any of this to be strange, it was simply always been the way it was.  Having different names didn’t make us less of a family, and certainly didn’t change the love we all felt for each other.

So, Mike and I went the hyphen route.  My last name went first, but only because it sounded better when said out loud. When we got married, I legally changed mine on most things to the hyphen, but for simplicity, at work and when I introduce myself, I only use my maiden name.  I like the hyphen, but its just so darn long sometimes!!

So back to the original point of my post…It drives me crazy when people refer to me as “Sara W—-“!  (except for one former co-worker that always calls me that, but I believe it to be more of a long running friendly teasing joke).

I get that strangers would assume, especially if they know my husband or see his ID with his non-hyphenated name, that my name is his name…and I let it go because its no big deal and thats what we were raised to see as “normal”, but when friends and family send mail to “Sara W” or Mr and Mrs Michael W—-“…it bugs me a bit, because THEY KNOW!!

Most people simply address things to the  “K—–W—- Family” and that is fine, especially since when I put return address on letters I simply put “KW Family” as well.

I don’t mean to make a big thing about this, but there are some die hard people that REFUSE to acknowledge that I retained my Maiden name…and those same people address letters/cards to my kids just using the “W—-” name.   It might seem that I am being overly sensitive, but Mike and I thought long and hard about our kids legal names, and I find it a bit rude to see it ignored by those that are aware of it.

If my kids decide on their own that they only want to use one or the other down the road…thats fine by me, but in the meantime please respect our choice and call them by the names that we gave them and that they call themselves.


Published October 12, 2012 by S

I really do hate the internet sometimes.  It’s a blessing and a burden all at the same time.  It opens up this whole world of information and makes communication so very easy, even over great distances.

Sites like Facebook and Twitter give up vehicles to express ourselves and to say all the brilliant, inspirational, and even pointless things that we say, think and feel at any given moment.  They also give us the ability to say hurtful and damaging things as well.

And with all this social networking freedom that we all have, and that most of the people I know even carry in their pockets on their smart phones, some of us are still afraid to put certain thoughts or feelings out there.

I see bloggers who inspire me not only with their intelligence and insight, but also by their fearlessness at posting their true inner selves.  They post the good, the bad, and even the incredibly ugly.  I envy them that strength and sense of self.  I do not envy their demons, but we all have demons, and thoughts and fears.

I have some of the most amazing friends a woman can ask for, and yet I hold back.  I keep certain things to myself because I don’t like rocking the boat believing that my fleeting feeling of anger or confusion, or even silly lack of understanding will haunt me down the road once my current mood passes.

Just like most people in this world, I have my secrets, my fears, my odd times of confusion and nonsensical whimsy that few people will truly understand, but even though I’m a relatively secure and emotionally sane 30-year-old adult woman…I still have insecurity and occasionally lack self-confidence.

I know what I want my life to be, and although it’s “not quite there” yet, I’ve been moving towards my goals.  Sometimes I forget my goals and I lose my way, but ultimately I move forward after each set back.

I have this unwavering sense of optimism and pride, this river of never-ending hope that runs through me.  Even in the darker times, I always feel like there is something awesome out there.  My over-active brain never stops thinking up the possibilities, both realistic and incredibly far-fetched.

I was taught to brainstorm many years ago, and write down even the wackiest ideas and plans, and as long as I can think of those ridiculous outcomes and plots, then I know that I’ll be fine.

On the flip side, my overactive imagination also overwhelms me at times.  When I create a plan, I inevitably think up several contingencies at the same time in case Plan A, B and C fail, then I usually have a somewhat ridiculous Plan D hiding in the wings.  My brain is like an “If/Then” diagram.  If X happens, proceed to A…but if Y happens, then proceed to B…I don’t like surprises (well I do, but I find myself disappointed a lot due to previously mentioned overactive imagination) and thus my brain tries to eliminate as many as possible.

Now if you have made it this far reading my post, you are most likely asking yourself, “When will she get to the point?”   Answer?  I don’t know.  My head is so full of random thought tonight and I’m not sure I can actually put it together into a natural flow.  My friends have always told me (whether true or just being supportive friends) that I have a way with words, and writing, but right now I feel lacking in direction…which to my detriment will most likely continue to hinder my life long dream of being a published (and hopefully actually known) author.  I don’t have it in me to create a story with a fictional and possibly fantasy based plot.  I’m not good at creating dialogue and developing truly meaningful characters and stories.  My brain just doesn’t work that way…and is most likely why at the age of 15 I thought I was a reasonably good poet.  Looking back at one of my highschool notebooks though, I realize how much my friends really cared for me, to make me feel as though those angst filled ramblings were actually worthy of awards and notoriety.

Anyways, back to my opening statement, and why I sometimes hate the internet.

We are given all this technology and so many ways to express ourselves and to open up to the world, but we still often hold back what is truly important in ourselves.  The things that we want most to say…but simply can’t say out loud let alone post for the world to see.  Sure Facebook has a “delete post” button, but once something is on the internet, it is out there forever…for good or evil.

I suppose I should put some sort of disclaimer here, so here goes…

I am a generally happy person.  I try not to dwell too much on failures and negatives.  I have my secrets and I have my pride.

I have things in my life that I know I can do and that I was meant to do.  Because I am human, and have human emotions I do occasionally doubt myself. And even when I do doubt myself, I will never give up on myself. I know how strong I am, even if I do sometimes need a strong person to lean on.

Again I say that I am human, and thus not perfect.  I may act like it sometimes, and like a “know-it-all” but I know my limits and faults.  I accept them because they are a part of my uniqueness.  They are part of what makes me…me. I feel loved by so many people despite those faults, so I claim them as part of myself.

I am strong, but I am also weak.  I know what I need, but not always how to achieve it. I do the best I can, and sometimes it’s not enough.  I feel small sometimes even though I talk big.  Sometimes I feel stupid, even though I know I am intelligent.  I sometimes feel mean, even though I know I have compassion.  I feel like a burden, even when I try to lighten a persons load.

Perhaps none of this makes sense to anyone else, but these are my human imperfections.  I am a walking contradiction.  I am 30 years old and still looking for my place in this world.  I want to give of myself freely, but at the same time I want recognition and love.   I’m good at keeping other people’s secrets…but I’m not good at sharing my own.

If you made it this far you definitely deserve a medal, or a cookie.

And so I continue on my life journey. And I hope you will all stay with me along the way.

Added after original posting…

It has been pointed out to me that perhaps I missed the point on what any of this has to do with the internet. (I changed the original title after posting as well)  I guess its mostly an indirect thing.  Internet is supposed to be this amazing medium.  It is supposed to open up the world and give us all some sort of freedom to indulge in its many wonders.  Easy access to any information we need, from scientific facts, history, or even just to settle arguments of whether or not Gary Sinese or Gary Oldman was in Forrest Gump, and which one was Bram Stokers version of Dracula.

Internet is supposed to be this open window to the universe. Blogging and social networking sites are supposed to give the most common, and “normal” of us humans a voice. A medium to vent and basically give us an online diary or party line.

My point is that even those of us who use this technology, some of us still hold back.  We still don’t share certain parts of ourselves, and some people feel even further alienated.  We see the reactions to other peoples sharing, and the consequences of that sharing, and we still shy away from it.  In some ways the internet gives us a chance to be anonymous, but even in that anonymity, we still feel like we can’t open up. Or at least some of us can’t…

Just today I deleted a picture I had posted.  A simple screen shot of my Horoscope for today.  Why?  Because I felt that the comment left by a family member was perhaps sarcastic (maybe not, but thats how I read it) and I felt mocked.  I don’t believe in the predictive abilities of horoscopes, but I read mine now and then just for fun.  Todays struck a note with me.  It seemed fitting to how I have been feeling the last few days, so posted it more as a small ode to the oddness of the timing, and perhaps as a passive aggressive way of letting my friends know that I’m feeling overwhelmed and tired.  But because that simple facebook comment struck me the wrong way…I deleted the picture…deleted my self expression. And why?  Because I didn’t want to be teased.

I’m a Geek and Damn Proud of it, or What I saw at my 1st Fan Expo

Published August 29, 2012 by S

So as the title says,  I’m a Geek and damn proud of it!

This week I had the chance to go to my first ever Fan Expo.  For those that aren’t sure what that means,  think Star Trek convention but not just Star Trek.  Comic Books, Anime, Sci-Fi, Horror, etc…Its a bit of everything.

A couple of days before hand 2 of our close friends, B and A decided to come with us to Fan Ex, so we met at their place before heading downtown on the Subway.  Mike was already there since he was judging and MTG even in the city the day before, so stayed at their place rather then drive home at 1am, just to turn around and head back at 7.

While waiting for him to get out of the shower and have some breakfast I took this pic…just because.

A’s classroom frogs that she is watching for the summer.

Not to long after we left to catch the subway downtown.

B and A on the Train

Mike and I on the train

When we finally got downtown, and walked the short distance from the subway to the convention centre, it was off to wait in the long, long line to get our tickets.  They had us heading down a very long spiral ramp down under the building.  Along the way we caught our first glimpses of the dedicated costumed fans, and a few random messages written on the walls.

Treasure eh?

No treasure?

Finally after an undetermined amount of time we made it through the line, paid for our tickets and we were in!

After a bit of walking around trying to acclimate to the floorplan, we found the autograph area.  Mike split away for a bit to do some trading that he had planned to do.  While B and A went off to meet with Chris Sarandan (the voice of Jack Skellington in Nightmare Before Christmas as well as Prince Humperdink in The Princess Bride) as well as Nana Visitor (from DS9), I hopped into the line to meet Levar Burton!!

After waiting about 20 minutes, it was finally my turn!  I know it sounds silly, but I was as giddy as a 6 year old at Disneyworld.

Me and Mr Levar Burton

Next B and A went to meet with Christopher Lloyd (Doc Brown fro Back to the Future) and have their DVD’s signed, while I took the opportunity to meet Nelson Ellis (Lafayette from True Blood).  I love that show!!

Me and Nelson Ellis

B and A with Christopher Lloyd

After that we joined back up with Mike and had another look around.  Bathroom break, quick visit to the ATM and picked up tickets for the John Rhys-Davis line.

B and A met with another actor that I didn’t really know (from Battlestar Galactica I think) and then we grabbed a quick bite to eat at the food court area.

After lunch we made our way back to the John Rhys-Davies line which was a crazy odyssey of a line to pay, then another very long curvy line to actual meet him.

I took A’s phone to get picture for them, while they chatted and had their picture signed, but he saw Mike and I hovering and taking pics, and offered us a handshake and a few quick words.  He was a very nice man, who had a kind word for everyone through his line.  I didn’t get his autograph, but grabbed this backwards shot with A’s iPhone.

Me and John Rhys-Davies

After that we walked through all the vendors and saw a lot of really interesting looking things, and people.  For example…

Really dedicated fan

Guy in a “Gingy” costume from Shrek

Big green Head

Costume girls sitting in the middle of a hallway

Random man with Cabbages doing Photo Ops

Slash Wannabe

Really not sure why one Storm Trooper has a flaming skull

Found you! That really wasn’t to hard after all!

Apparently you can even get a tattoo at Fan Ex


There must have been at least 100 of these girls standing in one big group. It was almost scary.

There were a few more, but I think that those pictures give you the basic idea of the wonderful wackiness that is Fan Expo.

It was a really great day!

One of my new treasures, autographed by Levar Burton

Nellis Ellis autographed photo of his character “Lafayette Reynolds” on True Blood

Me and the Delorean from “Back to the Future”

Backwards shot taken on the escalator on the way out. Bye bye Fan Expo!

After that we walked back to the subway to drop off our stuff and B and A’s apartment before heading to  “Earth“, the awesome Indian restaurant a couple of blocks away.  It was delicious as always.

Indian appetizers. Spicy paneer, Pankora, and Veggie Samosa served with 2 kinds of chutney.

Little bit of everything. Lamb Vindaloo, Butter Chicken, Beef Jhalfrezy, Mushroom Peas and Paneer, Paneer Tikka Marsala, served with Rice and Naan

It was all so delicious that a single helping was not an option. B and Mike also enjoyed their “Cheetah” beer, and A her Lechee martini.

After that it was time to head home.

We all had a great time, and I can’t wait until my next Fan event experience!! I have a jar all ready to start saving up.








One step closer to Old…or how I spent my 30th birthday (heavy on the pictures!)

Published August 23, 2012 by S

So, I am officially in my 30’s. I have lived 3 decades on this planet, and am now the age that my Mother was when she had me.

My husband had planned a surprise for me for the evening. My only knowledge was the email he sent me last Friday telling me that I needed to have “something fancy” and be quick getting ready after work. After asking questions to determine the level of fancy I settled on this dress that I wore 2 summers ago to my best friend’s wedding, but different shoes though. It’s rare that I find a dress that I really like, so I’m glad I held on to this one.

I really love this dress!

I managed to leave work an hour early to come home and get ready. (Thanks Jenn!!) Not much to do really except shave my legs, but well, I’m a woman and I wanted to fiddle with my hair as well. I really suck at doing my own hair, so it just stayed down and got a good brushing and that was that. Half way through dressing Mike called to say he was running late and could I pick up Jack from daycare…so I hurried to throw on the first thing I could find as I was only half-dressed and brought Jack home.  When I got home my beautiful daughter brought me a rose from the garden.

Anyways, Mike was just a few minutes behind me and obliged in zipping me up before heading out. So we hopped on the QEW and headed to Niagara Falls. Part way there Mike needed me to look up which street we needed to access the parking lot, so I learned then that he had made a reservation in the Revolving restaurant in the Skylon tower. *INSERT GLEEFUL SQUEELING HERE*

Skylon Tower (Niagara Falls, On)

I had totally forgotten that years ago when we started dating I told Mike I’d love to go there sometime. It took 11 years, but he remembered this whole time, and scored some major Husband points for this surprise.

So we got to the Skylon, and took good ol’ elevator number 3 up to the restaurant. We didn’t have to wait long before we were seated right next to the window. We did ask the Maitre D to take a picture of us together though first, since we never get all dressed up just for fun, and even then we really never get a picture or us together. Between the 2 of us we took a lot of pictures tonight. The weather was amazing and view perfectly clear so we did manage some really nice shots.


Ok, now food. The nights special was Surf and Turf. An 8oz angus steak along with a 5 lb Lobster tail. Mike is more of a crab guy, and I’ve never been a fan of seafood, but I’ll admit I did hem and haw at giving it another go. The menu did a really good job of selling it after all.


Mike – Diet coke (no ice!)

Me – Peach Bellini (Jamaican rum blended with fresh peaches and topped with champagne)


Mike – A Scallop dish

Me – Tomato and Cucumber Salad (w/boccechini cheese and olives) in a herbed oil dressing

Main Course:

Mike – Grilled Salmon served on Rice with steamed Veggies, and a side of Mushrooms

Me – Angus steak (Medium rare) with potato and veggies  (Yes, I’m a carnivore!  Deal with it!  lol)

Totally delicious!! I can’t remember the last time I stuffed myself like that.

As we ate we enjoyed the amazing view.  We spend a lot of time down there, but its a whole new thing seeing it from up above like that. Here are a bunch of those pictures.

Canadian Horseshoe Falls

Mike and the Rainbow

American Falls, and the Rainbow Bridge

Clifton Hill (from the back)


In the bar area (near the elevator bay) they have a pianist playing for the dinner guests.  You only hear him for 1/4 of the time you are there because once you go past a certain point in the rotation you are cut off from him.  He played some interesting medleys and interpretations of well known songs.  Among them I recognized “All I ask of you” from The Phantom of the Opera, The song from Charlie Browns Christmas movie, and of course…Billy Joel’s “Piano Man”. There were also rather normal versions of classics like “Embrace me”, and “A Kiss is still a Kiss”.

I will forever think of him as “Piano Man”

We decided to skip dessert since I was just to full to even consider it, and planned to go walking the tourist area a bit and then stop at my favourite Williams Coffee Pub for a slice of cheesecake on the way home.  Don’t even get me started on the elevator operator with the crazy long hair, and mustache telling jokes and making odd comments the whole way down.

On the way back to the car we caught part of this summers “Spectacle”.  Since the whole thing with Nick Walenda walking a tightrope over the falls this summer, they started having this other guy do a nightly walk from the top of the Skylon across to the top of the Hilton hotel.  Yes he is wearing a tether.



It was quite the attraction.  There were people randomly standing in groups watching, and even a family sitting on lawnchairs in the middle of a parking lot next to their RV.




So after watching that for a couple of minutes, we drove to Clifton Hill, and parked behind the shop where Mike used to work. We ran in to say a quick hello to his old boss (Hi Mandi!) and then headed out on the Hill. Just walked in and out of a few shops and then up and down the hill once enjoying the perfect weather.

Just as we got back to the car, I got a birthday call from my big brother, and after a quick chat we headed across town to Williams. Just as we got there I got a call from my Nana, but eventually we made it in and ordered. Mike got a special cookie and a Coke Zero, while I chose a slice of White Chocolate Mousse cake to go.

Next stop on the way home was quite random. Mike had to stop at the card/collectibles shop he go to for tournaments to have a quick chat with the owner about something. When we got there we ran into our amazing friend Karl (Love ya Karl!). While Mike chatted to the owner, I rummaged through a bin labelled “Retro Collectibles” and to my delight found an unopened Geordi LaForge figurine!

Ya baby! Ya!

Now, I’m a pretty big Trekkie so this to me was awesome, especially since on Sunday Mike and I are headed to “Fan Expo” in Toronto where Mr. Levar Burton is scheduled to appear.

So anyways, I picked it up and turned around to have this conversation with Karl:

Me: This is awesome! And he’s going to be at Fan Expo this weekend!

Karl: Want me to buy it for you for your birthday?

Me: Really? That would be awesome! You sure?

Karl: Yup.

So that’s how I ended up with a 1988 unopened Geordi LaForge figurine. It is my first piece of real memorabilia, and if I’m lucky I just might get it signed on Sunday. Maybe not, but I’m going to try!

I also seem to have impressed the store owner with my Trekkie leanings, so I think I’m in the circle of trust now.

Next stop…

Because no evening with us is complete with Walmart!

So we randomly stopped at Wal-Mart for a fridge calendar, and then again at…

…that’s right, Sobey’s, to get the soap that we didn’t think to buy at Wal-Mart.

And after all that, I came home to regale my Mom with the tales of this evenings adventures and to thank her for watching the kids while Mike took me out.

Thank you Mikey for my very special birthday surprise! It was amazing!

Pink Portage for Breast Cancer

Published July 10, 2012 by S

So yesterday while in Toronto for my latest IVF transfer, (click here to go to my Surrogacy blog) Mike and I saw something interesting that I grabbed a picture of, not knowing at all that there was a story behind it.

While walking down Yonge St, we happened to pass by a young man carrying a full-size Pink Canoe on his back.  As he passed I captured this picture:

I thought it was just another of the amazingly random things to be seen in downtown Toronto, but by chance I happened to mention this to my co-worker Jenn today at lunch, and she enlightened me on what this young man was really doing, and later sent me this link:

Basically, 21 year old Andrew Metcalfe is portaging across Ontario to raise money to battle Breast cancer.  His mother is a 15 year survivor, and I think this is an amazing thing he is doing to honour her and the thousands of women who battle Breast cancer every year.  As of right now Andrew has been on this journey for 38 days, covering between 20-30 km each day.

If anyone wants to add to the donations going to the Canadian Cancer Society, they can do so online at .

I wish you luck Andrew, and thank you for this amazing journey you are taking.


If you want to follow some of the activity on Twitter, follow the trend #PinkPortage

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