Fantabulous Fucking Friday!!

My absofuckinglutely favorite day of the week is here. Head on over to Boobies and link up to give the world the collective finger.

This week, I'm sticking to my theme, and I just have one:



Cancer sucks ass. I hate it. And fuck it. Fuck it all to hell.

And after you're done telling the world to stick it.. Check out the fabulous Ms. CB.

I love her. But you must have a SLUTCODE to participate, and since I'm so cool, I have it.

Purple Monkey Balls

Do you see why I love this bitch??

Skin

I was 15 years old. It was my best friend's 18th birthday. My best friend in the entire world. The best friend I have ever had. And he called me to come over to his house and shave his head.

He had leukemia. The most common childhood cancer.

Within a few months he was in remission. His hair grew back and all was right in the world.

2 1/2 years later he was sick again.

Before his 21st birthday he was dead.

Of course adults get leukemia. But something like 25% of all childhood cancers are leukemia and the mortality rate over five years is something more than 25%*.

So why when this disease kills our children is there no crazy, all-consuming awareness campaign??

I love my boobs, and your boobs and everyone else's boobs, but dammit, I love our kids more.

*Sorry, I completely realize that if I want to bitch about something, I probably should have some more solid numbers for you. My only excuse is that it's 2AM as I write this, and I didn't want to give you solid wrong numbers and I can't find anywhere that comes right out and says it, they want you to figure it out and I'm not capable at the moment.. But if you'd like to look, you could go here or here.

Save the Ta-Ta's

I love October. Mostly because I love pink. And in October everything you could ever need from spatulas to trashcans to Oreos come in pink. And I love it.

But..

Really everyone knows its not just about pink, its about boobs. Or more specifically, boob cancer.

Tomorrow, I'll have a rant for you and Wednesday and Thursday I'll have other cancer posts, but for today, let's talk about breasts, baby.



My grandmother, on my father's side was a teacher. She was kind-hearted and patient. She was gorgeous. And talented.

She was a devoted wife even though my grandfather was a cad.

She could find anything that anyone had lost.

She was gentle and considerate, loving and giving.

She also had breast cancer.

Everything that I've told you above is pure hearsay to me, because she died in 1979. I never met her.

When I was a little girl, I used to think that if only Grandma were here then someone would have understood me. That if she were alive then I would have had an ally.

I have no idea if that's true. Just like I have no idea if any of the above is true.

I never knew her.

But I do know that she didn't have to die.

She didn't find the lump until it was late. And she didn't do anything about it until later.

I could quote you facts and figures, but you can read them for yourself here.

The major point is that breast cancer is not a death sentence. It is a treatable illness.

But not if you don't take care of yourself and do your exams as you should.

No child should lose their mother, or grandmother or aunt.

No woman should lose a friend.

And a breast is not worth your life.