Why I hate Run For Her. Run For Her, a 5K that raises awareness and funds for research on ovarian cancer, the most deadly cancers of all genealogical cancers. I hate it. I took part in it, as did my daughter, but I hate it. I hate it because it even has to exist. Because as I was running, I had to see a sign with a date of August 27, 1982- July 25, 2013. Because she was my age. I was born August 12, 1982- she was almost 31 when she died. Because I saw a sign with a date of 1986-2006- because she was 20! I hate it because I watched over 5000 people raise almost a million dollars for research. I hate it because I had a bib on my back that said I was participating in honor of my aunt. I hate it simply because Run For Her has to exist. It exists because ovarian cancer exists, and because of that, I hate it. I hate it because every step I took, every bib I looked at every sign that was carried, was a representation of another life that was claimed by this awful horrib...