I have never paid much attention to breast cancer awareness month. Yes, I am a woman and I have breasts, but cancer affects all body parts and nearly any one of them can kill you. Not to mention that heart disease kills more women than breast cancer AND The Komen foundation has such an enormous impact, it hardly seems necessary to help them out any more. I won't say that changed today, but I did get a kick in the pants that I wasn't expecting.
My kid's school is going all out this week. Everyone is wearing pink, bake sales galore and all the trappings of a major fund raising push. I showed up to get said kid today and struck up a conversation with a teacher we call "car pool". Miss Carpool keeps those kids in line. Even the little ones sit quietly in one spot waiting for her to call their name and lead them out to their ride. It turns out Carpool is a former corrections officer... A sergeant, no less! She worked a the same prison where her daughter was a counselor; her 31 year old daughter who died 6 years ago from breast cancer. After her daughter's death, Sweet Miss Carpool, could not face going back to the place where her daughter had enjoyed her work and seeing her mother every day. She applied at the local pre school and has been known as Carpool (rather than Sergeant) ever since.
I walked away from Carpool in tears and bought one of everything on the tables. I got my daughter and hugged her until she asked me to stop and I came home and checked my boobies.
Have you checked your boobies this month? You should. Your mother would miss you.