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Better Late Than Never I Always Say

Actually, I really don't say that but it sounded profound yes? No? Hmm OK.
October is Breast Cancer Awareness month. Bet ya knew that though right? Well, I like to point out those types of things. Call me Captain Obvious.

My Grandma Lulu died from this horrid disease in 2003. She was an amazing woman and it saddens me so much that my children will never know her personally. They'll hear the stories we all have from knowing this courageous, strong Norwegian woman. My aunt is a survivor. She was diagnosed almost 1 year ago. She's cancer free and our hopes and prayers, God willing, will keep her that way. My husband's Grandma H is a survivor as well. I just can't see the bad C word (not that one) beating this woman. She kicked it's ass and is doing well now.

All of us know someone who's been touched by this disease. The loss of a loved one, it's tough. We need to find a cure. We HAVE to find a cure. I don't want my daughter growing up with this fear in the back of her head that she could be diagnosed someday with this. No one wants that.
I've never been a big charity supporter in my life. Sad to say, but so true. Then we lost Grandma and that was all it took. I researched the various programs and foundations out there for breast cancer research. I really like Komen For the Cure. I've seen where the money goes, they've always got the latest news on research, they do so much. When we did the Bagging for a Cure in May, I ordered a ton of educational materials from Komen. They were such a big hit at the store. It's really made an impact.

If there's one thing I know is absolute about breast cancer, it's this: We can and we will find a cure. Our daughters and granddaughters will benefit from what we do today. Make a donation. Buy a pink pin, buy pink tomato soup, a pink spatula, whatever. Just do something today that will save all of our girls tomorrow.








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