|Picture is unrelated but I'm trying to keep the blog rated PG :-D|
While watching a little dessert television, the subject of a certain television host's breasts came up. Father made a comment about how lovely they were...
Me: They might look nice, but they're fake.
Father: I don't care.
Me: The fake ones don't feel the same, Dad.
Father: Yeah, *I know.*
At this point, I was confused and doing a little head scratch. My parents have been married for 39 years and I was trying to figure out just what situation would make his knowledge possible without making my head explode.
Me: *How*, exactly, do you know that?
She stared at me with a look of disbelief. At this point, I remembered.
Me: Oh! Right. Sorry, Mum!
And we all burst out into giggles at the silliness of it all. My mother is an eight-year survivor of breast cancer. We may have a little experience with the fake ones.
Mother: This doesn't go on your blog....
Me: It IS Breast Cancer Awareness Month....
Mother: Meh. Fair enough.
Moral of the story: Don't be a Boob. Be aware.
For all the women (and men) who have found themselves battling this particular brand of the horror that is cancer, for those that have lost the battle, for the families and friends of those who've won and lost, for the researchers, doctors and nurses that are working to eradicate cancer, for every person who runs, fundraises or shaves their head in solidarity, and for every pink ribbon... you have my prayers, thoughts and hopes. Keep fighting.