It's a Pink Ribbon Thing
The cousin Marni made me proud last month when she spent a beautiful weekend walking thirty miles to raise more than $1,000 for breast cancer research. She’s my hero.
I couldn’t be bothered — it was, after all, the Georgia Music Hall of Fame induction ceremony weekend, and I had to spend the day getting dolled up for my beloved R.E.M. But I donated money.
Well, I should be ashamed. I can do more than write a check. (Heck, I didn’t even put forth that much effort; I just plugged my credit card number in the online form.) I need to do something for those I love, those who have been touched by breast cancer, those who may one day face it.
My sister-in-law was diagnosed with breast cancer three years ago. She’s doing well, and it appears the surgery and treatment knocked out those evil cells, but it’s still a frightening experience. And she has to live with the fear every day.
My great-aunt, one of the relatives who helped raise my mom and her sister, was hit with breast cancer in the early 1960s. She had a radical mastectomy and was fine — but eventually died of another form of cancer in the late 1970s.
Marni’s mother battled breast cancer. Her maternal grandmother died from it.
A very dear friend's husband has had breast cancer. Twice. And my CEO — a man I respect and adore — has a form of cancer related to breast cancer. Yes, guys, it can hit you, too.
Tenacious S wrote a great post this week about her mom’s battle with breast cancer. It’s worth the click-and-read. Bluez628 will be a four-year survivor in February. Applaud her bravery and good health.
I needed to do something.
So I took the plunge. I joined Lulu, Tenacious S, and Schmeckman in donating photos for the Fifth Annual Boobie-Thon — one covered, one uncovered.
The organizers have raised thousands of dollars over the past five years by posting these photos (anonymously, I might add). You can check out the covered breasts for free … but you must contribute at least $50 to gain bare-breast access. I’ve peeked at those pages … and (as Teri Hatcher said on “Seinfeld”) they’re spectacular, well worth the tax-deductible contribution.
Old Lady may join us; why don’t you? Or pay the $50 to check out real women trying to make a difference. Or make a donation to the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation.
Just do something.
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Labels: do something, it’s a pink ribbon thing, Moi
30 Comments:
This is very naughty altruism indeed. I hope you're all VERY proud of yourselves.
Why I never!
Props on having a great rack, by the way. The little girl with the glasses done grown up.
"Props on having a great rack, by the way. The little girl with the glasses done grown up."
haha, ditto what peter said!
Like Lulu and Tenacious S, you've got a great rack there Beth and it's a great cause. I donate in one form or another every year.
Props to Schmeckman for doing his part.
Old Lady referred me to you; I thank you for your effort. You are extraordinary beyond the body with which you were blessed. May you have good health and much happiness.
Rock on, Beth! Liberating isn't it? Great rack, girly! Thank you from the bottom of my heart for stepping up. It really does mean a lot to me.
Yea Beth! I am so glad that you decided to join us.
Your girls look great!
PETER: Thanks for the rack props. I am rather proud of that photo, I must admit. And I saw you're posting again, so I'll catch up on my Daydream Vaccinations this weekend.
BRAT: Thanks for dittoing. They consistently get high marks in the exit interviews.
DALE: If Schmeckman can ... you can. Happy Thanksgiving, BTW.
MELLOWLEE: Do it. You'll feel free and sexy. And you don't even have to let us know.
KILROY_60: Thank you and welcome. I've always enjoyed your blog ... I should comment back sometime soon.
TENACIOUS S: It's the least I can do.
LULU: Thank you, ma'am!
BEN: If we can donate online, let us know via your blog or e-mail. I'd love to contribute.
Beth,
I feel kinda funny...like when we used to climb the rope in gym class.
OK, I got that from "Garth" in Wayne's World. But, seriously, that photo is causing anatomical alterations below my equator. OK, that was just wrong.
But, like they already said, "nice rack."
What a nice way to start my day! Hubba hubba!
Boobies, boobies and more boobies! My dad, son, and husband will love viewing the pics. (Even though your uncle may have a hard time seeing YOURS)...
I need to shop at the tittie store before I take pictures of mine... they aren't pretty at all since losing all the weight. Maybe next year.
In February I'll be a 4 year survivor. How come my boobs don't look like that you ask? Three words. Lumpectomy, Chemo and the dreaded radiation. I'd have to take two pictures, they are completely different sizes now, the girls don't match. I do the Komen race every June and always donate. Trust me, my girls need to stay in the house. :-)
Nice, er, freckles...
and other things ; ) I will contribute after the 13th , which is the next payday.
HAANSTER: You can never go wrong with a Wayne's World quote ... especially a Garth one. And thanks for the compliment ... even though the photo made you uncomfortable on so many levels.
CHRIS: Consider me your Starbucks alternative.
MARNI: I'll hold you to it ... if you hold me to joining you at next year's walkathon. And I told your daddy to stay away from the blog for a few days.
BLUEZ628: Congrats! I'll toast you in February ... and I'll add your name to the post. We all need to do something ... and my semi-exhibitionist self did this since I missed the two-day walk.
WRITEPROCRASTINATOR: Thanks. I've always been proud of my, um, freckles.
You know, Beth, I was just thinking that if you'd been wearing this top at that parade, David Justice might've put his hand on your inner thigh.
Beth, you've made me blush.
Bluez628--How wonderful that you are closing in on 4 years! There are pages of survivor pictures as well. If you feel comfortable doing it, you might want to take pictures for that.
YOWSA!!! When did you get THOSE?!
Nice photo--very Ellsworth Kellyesque.
HAAHNSTER: Damn! If only I'd thought of that back then, Halle Berry would have never moved to Atlanta!
INVISIBLE LIZARD: I'm sorry. No, I'm not.
LULU: Spreadin' the Boobie-Thon gospel. You make me proud.
RENAE: Mother Nature sent them to me in my forties. And your Ellsworth Kellyesque comment is the best compliment I've received in years.
Damn, how come my forties didn't give me such a gift? I was thinking you must be a 20-something to have boobs like that. They're really beautiful.
Pink Fluffy!! You changed your photo like Beth did. I heart that photo and both of you for doing it. So damned cute.
And way to friggin' go everyone! It's overwhelming to read of so many people pitching in and so many pitching tents as a result. I had to ruin that sentiment didn't I?
Beth, My girls were a gift in my 40s as well. One of the perks of getting older.
PINKFLUFFYSLIPPERS: Thank you. And aren't we the two cutest girls on the page, with our Little Miss Sunshine photos proudly declaring our inner beauty?
DALE: I'm thrilled that, at 47, I can still pitch a tent or two.
LULU: Aren't our forties grand?
I am digging my 40s. My 30s where ok, but you couldn't pay me to be 20 again.
I'm with you 100%, Lulu.
Okay, I have donated breastuses via scanner, what a trip, I am drawing the line at any other um, ladies things.
Ladies, this has been great. But now tell me, what kind of pic-a-thon is there going to be to support testicular cancer research? I'm sure I don't want to know.
As a general note of interest, my credit card was counterfeited and reproduced by the Mafia just days before I used it to make a donation to my friend's Avon Breast Cancer Walk. A hilarious conversation with the credit card company ensued, when they kept telling me they weren't going to honor the Avon payment even though I swore that charge was legit.
You’re my niece, your not suppose to have boobs. But I like you new blog picture. That is the same sweet little girl with the “weezies” that I fell in love with.
I love being 40. I know who I am and I'm cool with it.
OLD LADY: I love your scan! Beautiful and interesting. Glad you're playing. It's a great cause.
COASTER PUNCHMAN: I look forward to the Testi-Thon.
COFFEYPOT: At least you had something to distract you from what must frighten an uncle. And the weezies are gone!
TENACIOUS S: The best, isn't it? And it's obviously the best for you, if today's pic is any indication. DAMN.
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