Cancer is the shit kicker of life. It is all-encompassing, debilitating and in my humble opinion can go fuck itself.
Personally, I’ve had grandparents die due to the disease, seen friends fight the ugly sickness and recently found out my uncle was diagnosed. Watching those close to me lose their hair, weight and spirit really pisses me off, as there is not a damn thing I can do about it.
October is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month and the world will be splattered with pink (thankfully my Aunt Crispie kicked breast cancer’s ass one cell at time as did my friend Darlin’). A restaurant company I once worked for, Logan’s Roadhouse is supporting awareness of cancer by selling t-shirts for $10. A minimum of $5 from each sale will go to the American Cancer Society – last year they raised $550,000.
Do a little something to put some pep in your step and contribute $10 toward the funding of cancer organizations while also flipping this shitty sickness the bird.
Then we can all say a big, fat collaborative “Fuck Cancer” together (OK, you don’t have to repeat if cursing makes you sweat under the armpits but I’ll happily say it for you) regardless of our geographical locations.