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The Power Of Pink

I think most women (and dare I say, a lot of men) know that October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Really though, it should be every month. Last year Fluffy and I volunteered for the Kid's Fun Run. We basically watched the older kids until it was their turn to race, then it was on with the cheering. We had a lot of fun even though it rained and it was cold. This year we're stepping up. We're doing the Kid's Fun Run and the 5k Walk. Peanut will be with us but I think Monkey Boy would be overwhelmed and overstimulated. I, on the other hand, would clearly be in need of this, this and possibly even this*. A long weekend but so worth it.

My grandma, Lulu, was diagnosed in the 70's and beat the odds. She had a mastectomy and lived a long, healthy life until her cancer came back in 2003. She lost her battle with this horrendous disease. She was (and still is emotionally at times) the rock of our family. Everyone wanted to spend summers or weekends with her. Life was so laid back, fun and full of life stories that would make you laugh and cry at the same time. Her death had a huge impact on me and my outlook on life.

One of my aunts was diagnosed last fall. She's on the road to recovery and a healthy, long life. She caught it early and that is the key. Early detection greatly increases your survival.

My mother in law's mom, Grandma Fern, is a survivor. She also had a mastectomy and continues now, at 80, to live a life I can only hope to live at her age. She still runs errands, makes us grandkids try new foods and have a positive outlook on life. I hit the jackpot with this one. I have no grandparents left living and it comforts me to know that I can call her whenever I need a grandma to talk to. She's accepted into her family whole heartedly and I cherish every moment we spend together.

We all know someone who has been diagnosed with breast cancer. It will touch everyone at some point in our lives. Fluffy, myself and some coworkers of mine are doing the Race For The Cure 5k walk (because I don't run people, it doesn't happen). Sunday May 13th, we're continuing our promise to find a cure. This walk if for our mothers, grandmothers, aunts, sisters, daughters, nieces, all of them. We walk for the cure because it's in our reach.

If anyone would like to contribute to our walk, we would greatly appreciate it. You can go here for more information and to donate.

May 6th, I've got some of the kids at work helping me out bagging groceries for customers. We'll be accepting donations for this 5k walk so if you're in the neighborhood, stop by and say hello.

*how ironic the photo is from a rehab page. bwhahahaha


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