I knew that would catch your attention. It is funny word to say, and if you say
it 5 times fast, it sounds even funnier. The word can be used in so many different contexts insinuating sexiness or in critical expressions like “don’t be such a boob”.
On May 18th and 19th, boobs will be the center focus. Women will strut the streets in the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer from Boston to Canton, some of them wearing their bras on the outside of their clothes. Bras will be hung from windows in cars and vans along the course. Women from all over will walk to proudly show their courage, determination and perseverance to kick the crap out of the number one cancer in women, breast cancer.
39,410 women in the US are estimated to have died in the past year from this horrific disease. One in 8 women in any group will succumb to this disease in their lifetime. Seems unimaginable that every 3 minutes, in the time it took you to read this or fold a batch of laundry, or drop your child off at school, another diagnosis is being made.
But guess what? Fewer people died from breast cancer than prior year, and certainly fewer than before 1990. According to the ACS Cancer Facts and Figures, “death rates for breast cancer have steadily decreased in women since 1990, with larger decreases in younger women; from 2004 to 2008, rates decreased 3.1 percent per year in women younger than 50 and 2.1 percent per year in women 50 and older.”
Why are the numbers dropping? Simple: early detection, improved treatment, and possibly decreased incidence.
And so this year, I will walk for a third year in a row in the Avon Walk for breast cancer. I walk for so many reasons, for those heroes who overcame it and for those who didn’t deserve to die. I will walk because I want to find a cure if ever I or my daughter, and/or friends get the “cancer bug”.
I come from a family of survivors -- my mother, grandmother and aunt. They won. They say I am a high risk breast cancer candidate. The word “candidate” sounds funny, kind of like a job applicant. I am making it my job to represent women who are survivors, those who have passed away, and those who don’t yet know they have this disease. I know that every dollar that I raise, matters. I know that for every walker in the Avon Walk, more women are able to get treatment that they wouldn’t have gotten. The proof is in the numbers. We are making strides.
Those who know me, know that I am an emotionalmush. I cry at previews of movies. I cry when I see someone hurt, when I’m happy or sad. And I cried last year when I crossed the finish line. I write today not asking for a donation, although that is always a bonus. I ask you to consider participating in this walk, and I ask that you take the time, right now, to book a mammogram. I ask that you bug your colleagues, friends and family to do the same.
Thank you for reading this post. Feel free to visit my personal page to see my story and if you are able, feel free to make a donation. http://info.avonfoundation.org/goto/rhondamcgee
Most importantly, take the right now to remind yourself, your spouse, your family members, friends and colleagues to call and schedule a mammogram.