Thanks for helping me kick breast cancer in the crotch!
Read on because we’re giving away a breast cancer shirt from www.projectboobies.com
Last Wednesday I wrote a blog post titled, Boobs & breast cancer. It was a look at breast cancer with a bit of the J.R. flair, which is to say that I went a little over the top. I don’t apologize for going over the top and I don’t apologize for the content nor for the pictures. All of the women depicted know me through either Twitter or through blogging and all freely gave their cleavage for the post. I did it mainly to attract a male audience and from what I’ve heard it did.
Other readers thought it was less than stellar. One reader said this, “All the boob talk, semi-porno lady pics, and “hot mom” convo comes off as super misogynistic. For the record, the Merriam Webster dictionary says the word means: “having or showing a hatred and distrust of women” No freakin clue what I did that showed hatred or distrust for women, but I won’t apologize for it. I’m sorry you found it offensive, but the only intent was to raise breast cancer awareness and get some guys interested in reading it. I just wanted to clear the air.
Welcome to my Project Boobies blog post. Back in August I decided I was going to do a post every Wednesday in October on breast cancer awareness, My dad died of colon cancer eight years ago and I know what it’s like to see a loved one go through all that. I know breast cancer isn’t the same as colon cancer, but I think cancer sucks and that boobies rock, so this just seemed like the perfect cause. Unfortunately as October neared, I straight up forgot about the breast cancer blog posts. Until last week. Sorry. My bad.
Last week I mentioned that breast cancer is the #1 killer of Latin women and the #2 killer of all other races of women. Breast cancer has an 80% survival rate, but often times the loss of a breast can be seriously devastating. We also learned that men get breast cancer and that male breast cancer is on the rise. I attribute that to the growing man rack epidemic. But I can’t prove that.
Project Boobies is the breast cancer charity with the provocative logo. It’s at the top of the post. In case you’re wondering, this is not a paid endorsement for Project Boobies. I contacted them about donating a couple of shirts and they eagerly said yes. I’ve known about Project Boobies for a while and think they’re a very worthwhile charity. In conjunction with Project Boobies, I’m giving two of their shirts away. One here and one via Twitter. Detailed information is at the bottom.
When it comes to combating the disease, nearly 100% of the focus goes to the medical side, but very few pay attention to the mental side. In Hawaii there is a place called Kokolulu. Kokolulu is a retreat for cancer patients to get away and be with people who understand what they’re going through.
My dad passed away 10 months after being diagnosed and I can say that the mental drain on him was intense. The mental drain on the family is intense as well. Those last 2-3 months I was constantly burned out and mentally exhausted. I have a friend going through a cancer scare with a family member and also personally having to undergo removal of a tumor. I have no clue what that must feel like, but it has to be far from good. I truly hope everything works out.
There is no definitive cause of breast cancer and the best treatment is early detection, which mean doing self checks on a regular basis and getting mammograms every year. The message is the same for the dudes. We can get breast cancer and let’s be honest, what guy wants to go to the hockey game and talk to his buddy about being a breast cancer survivor? Seriously. Is there any dude who wants to do that? I didn’t think so.
As mentioned previously, breast cancer has an 80% survival rate, but women who have a lumpectomy or have a mastectomy suffer greatly. For many women, their appearance is a huge concern. I have no clue how it would feel to have a breast removed. There is nothing on a male body that I would compare it to. Some may compare it to losing a body part located in the southern region of the body, but I don’t agree. Getting your sack cut off would be a horrible experience, but the only people who get to see it are people you choose to let see it.
I could tell you tales of survival and loss, but the reality is that you probably know a person or two who has had breast cancer or you’ve had breast cancer in the family. Talk to them and if you want to read compelling stories that others have written, Google “breast cancer stories” and you will get page after page.
If you can, get involved with breast cancer, either locally or nationally. Join a 5K walk or put together a team for a local all night walk-a-thon. Why get involved? It’s real simple. We all like boobs–whether on our own bodies or on another.
You have two opportunities to win a t-shirt from Project Boobies.
The first will be here on the blog. To be entered in the drawing, you must be a subscriber both here AND at Project Boobies. To subscribe here, look in the upper right hand corner for either the orange icon OR the e-mail subscription option. To subscribe at Project Boobies, find the subscribe box, near the top on the right.
We will stop taking entries at midnight Eastern on Sunday, October 31. After that, we will compile names of people on both subscription lists and draw a name from there.
For Twitter, copy and paste this to get qualified to win a second shirt via Twitter:
RT: @SxNSingleDad Project Boobies–the blog post. http://bit.ly/bbgHYc @Projectboobies #boobiewed
On Monday morning, we will select a random winner from the list of RT’s we have . All RT’s must be Tweeted by midnight Eastern on Sunday, October 31.
Thanks for helping me kick breast cancer in the crotch!
P.S. One more lady donated her rack just after I finished posting last weeks post. I told her that I would include it at the bottom. Have a Coke and smile.
About J.R. Reed
J.R is a full-time single dad attempting to raise a 14-year-old daughter without providing too many stories to relay to her future therapist. He is also the creator of the popular blog, Sex and the SIngle Dad. A former radio talk show host and color commentator, he’s also an off-the-hook cook, a bit of an argyle-loving dork and has a word in Urban Dictionary. J.R. has a serious guacamole addiction and a torta dealer named Danny.