I run for hope
I run to feel
I run for the truth
For all that is real
I run for your mother your sister your wife
I run for you and me my friend I run for life
I love my breasts, my boobs, my tits, my ta-tas, my “eyes’, my knockers, my Gazongas, my hooter, my
I chose this quote today because this Sunday, I am running in Race for the Cure. The first time I’m running in it, in fact. I have had several friends who were diagnosed with breast cancer in the last 5 years. Each year, it seems that this race gets closer and closer to my heart because of how it touches the people close to me.
But, I don’t want this to be a sad post. I know – too late. This is a celebratory one. All of my friends who have been diagnosed are living with “no evidence of the disease”. Each year I do the race, I see more celebration signs than “in memory” ones. So, I also celebrate the researchers who have figured out how to give women (and men) their lives. Instead of it being a death sentence, it just is something they have to fight – then move on.
And, as my friend who was diagnosed at 32 and underwent a double mastectomy told me after the chemo and radiation were done, “I’m going to have the perkiest breast in the nursing home.”
And because this post has gotten a bit more serious than I intended, I thought I would leave you with something a bit cheekier.