It seems that boobs are bad. A boob is a moron, a mistake, even a species of sea bird that undoubtedly poops on your seaside picnic.
Blue Footed Booby.
To be called a boob is to be reckoned an oaf.
Boob tube.
Booby hatch.
Yet boobs are also a teenage boy’s best friends. Boobs are coveted currency in the journey from girlhood to womanhood. While boobs might not feed the mortal soul, they do feed babies aplenty. Clothes might not make the man, but boobs can sure make the woman.
Boobs are important.
We take them for granted.
We forget why nature gave them to us.
And we shudder to think of cancerous cells overtaking them.
Breasts might be great to touch, but it ain’t so great to be touched by breast cancer.
As many of you know, I have a dear friend battling breast cancer. I’ve walked for her, raised funds for her, prayed for her. I also scheduled my mammogram (insert gentle kick in the arse to do the same yourself here). My friend Christy did the 3-day walk last year (I’m so proud of her!), and she was moved much more than her two feet carried her.
This year my friend Lyndi is walking in the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer to find a cure. Lyndi’s walking for women like my friend Jen and the other people out there touched by breast cancer. I’ll be supporting Lyndi with a donation while something sturdier supports her girls.
So do me a favor, will you? Can you pass up a latte for just a day and donate five bucks to Lyndi’s walk? It will mean the world to me. And to Lyndi. And to Jen, my friend, who’s a total boob. And I mean that in the most affectionate way.
From Lyndi:
Did you know that every three minutes, another woman in the United States is diagnosed with breast cancer? I didn’t, and I was shocked to learn how prevalent this horrible disease has become in this country.
I am eager to get started with my fundraising and I need your support! I have pledged to raise money for the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer as part of my participation in the walk. Your contribution will help to support medical research into the possible causes of and cure for breast cancer, education and early detection programs, and clinical care and support services for women with breast cancer in communities across the country. There is a special focus on helping medically underserved women, the poor, minorities, the elderly, or those with inadequate health insurance. And much of the money granted by the Foundation goes back to the communities where it was raised, supporting everything from local grassroots programs to national organizations.
It is faster and easier than ever to support this great cause – you can make a donation online by simply clicking on the link at the bottom of this message. Whatever you can give will help! I truly appreciate your support and will keep you posted on my progress.
Thank you for your support; you really do make a difference.
Click here to visit my personal page.
Me again:
So in closing, cop a feel, donate a few bucks. And by cop a feel, I mean yourself. Don’t forget your monthly self exams, ladies!
Boobs are bad. But I urge you to cop a feel and donate a few. http://bit.ly/a29SPh
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The 3 day is an amazing experience! Good luck to Lyndi and prayers for your friend.
Lyndi said that she is shocked to learn how prevalent this horrible disease has become in this country. I agree. And I am equally appalled at how often women – even those who detect it early – succumb to the disease. My sister’s best friend for 35 years died over the weekend from breast cancer. She was 55 and did everything right in terms of self-exams, mammograms, etc. Thank you for walking, Lyndi. That you for nudging us, Ilina.
Wow, Cheryl. So sad to hear your news. 55 is awfully young! You are right that just when we think we’ve made progress and nailed this disease, it slaps us into reality.