GO GET YOUR MAMMIES GRAMMED

Here is a little humour in this world of Breast Cancer. My sister sent this poem to me in my email today (probably) because I am going to walk the AVON walk for Breast Cancer in San Francisco in July. Anyway, I thought I would post this poem on my blog. It’s funny. It’s relevant. It’s important.


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For years and years they told me,
Be careful of your breasts.
Don’t ever squeeze or bruise them.
And give them monthly tests.
So I heeded all their warnings,
And protected them by law.
Guarded them very carefully,
And I always wore my bra.
After 30 years of astute care,
My gyno, Dr Pruitt,
Said I should get a Mammogram
“OK,” I said, “let’s do it.”
“Stand up here real close” she said,
(She got my boob in line),
“And tell me when it hurts,” she said,
“Ah yes! Right there, that’s fine.”
She stepped upon a pedal,
I could not believe my eyes!
A plastic plate came slamming down,
My hooters in a vise!
My skin was stretched and mangled,
From underneath my chin.
My poor boob was being squashed,
To Swedish Pancake thin.
Excruciating pain I felt,
Within it’s viselike grip.
A prisoner in this vicious thing,
My poor defenseless tit!
“Take a deep breath, she said to me,
Who does she think she’s kidding?!?
My chest is mashed in her machine,
And woozy I am getting.
“There, that’s good,” I heard her say,
(The room was slowly swaying.)
“Now, let’s have a go at the other one.”
(Have mercy, I was praying.
It squeezed me from both up and down,
It squeezed me from both sides.
I’ll bet SHE’S never had this done,
To HER tender little hide.
Next time that they make me do this,
I will request a blindfold.
I have no wish to see again,
My knockers getting steam rolled.
If I had no problem when I came in,
I surely have one now.
If there had been a cyst in there,
It would have gone “ker-pow!”
This machine was created by a man,
Of this, I have no doubt.
I’d like to stick his balls in there,
And, see how THEY come out!

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…..OK, now that you have had your laugh, remember…Go have those boobs checked out and stay healthy! And pass the message on to your mothers, sisters, daughters, aunts, cousins, friends, everybody and anybody who can be affected by breast cancer.

Remember to click the pink button above to support me in my effort to help find a cure for breast cancer. My goal is $1800 US dollars for the walk. I’m going to be walking from San Francisco to San Jose (40 miles over two days).

Do a good deed!

Dear Friends and Family (and friends of family, and family of friends),

As you probably already know I have decided to participate in Avon Walk for Breast Cancer. I wrote about why in the entry: Avon Walk for Breast Cancer.

I asked you to join me or support me in my effort. As part of the event, I have also pledged to raise money. I committed to raising a minimum of $1800 USD. So now, I’m REALLY asking you to support me.

I find it an awkward situation asking for financial support, but I don’t think I’m asking just for myself. I’m asking on behalf of anybody who has been affected by or could be affected by breast cancer.

Please make a donation. You can simply click logo at the top of this page. If you prefer to write a check, just contact me and I’ll send you the information and form. You know your dollars will be appreciated and very well spent whatever you give.

I appreciate your support and will keep you posted on my progress.

As always,
Yukon Jen

Avon Walk for Breast Cancer

I have registered for the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer this July 8th and 9th in San Francisco, California. I’m feeling pretty good about it. It’s a personal challenge. It’s a personal goal. It’s a commitment to my future.

Join me. Support me.I thought I might write a blog about it because breast cancer affects me personally. Not so personally that I have it, it’s just that I know three very important women who have it or have had it and I’m sure I will know more in the future.

I don’t know much about breast cancer. In fact, I know as much about breast cancer as I know about prostate cancer. Except, I know I have breasts, so breast cancer affect me personally. And, as I’ve mentioned above, three very important women I know and their families have been affected by breast cancer and I am walking this walk for them.

I am walking the Avon walk for breast cancer for Theresa Crawhall. Theresa is the wife of one of my unofficial personal mentors Robert Crawhall. Robert was my first manager at Nortel Networks when I started in 1993. Robert and Theresa live in Ottawa, Canada with their two daughters Hayley and Dana. Theresa taught me it is possible to have in influential career AND a family. I’m not so sure where she is now or what she is doing, but I’m hoping she’s alive and well and enjoying her life, her family, and her career. When I knew her, she was creating public policy for the Federal Government of Canada–professionally contributing to and personally creating the social fabric of a nation. And to me, that is an incredible life accomplishment.

I am walking the Avon walk for breast cancer for Naomi Bulka. Naomi was my assigned mentor when I became a technical writer at Nortel in 1995. At Nortel, new hires were assigned a mentor to help them navigate their first few years in the corporation. Naomi was a 55-year old grandmother. She had graduated from university in her late 40s and had started this new career. When I met her, she had been a technical writer for four or five years. I was very impressed. I was especially impressed that she talked to me about her new career and making career decisions AND she was 55 years old. Naomi taught me that not only can you have a family, but you can be personally and professionally successful in EVERY DECADE of your life. Naomi died from breast cancer in 2001.

I am walking the Avon walk for breast cancer for Therese Lacroix. Therese is a very close friend of my parents and therefore, is very important to me. She lives in Whitehorse, Yukon with her husband Bertrand. She is a brilliant person. She is a light–full of love and laughter. Bertrand was an administrator for my French program when I went to high school. One long weekend in May in the late 1980s, I was walking my dog in Wolf Creek campground (across from my house on the Alaska Highway) and I found M. Lacroix and his wife spending the weekend camping. Later, I told my parents they were there and my parents went across the road to meet them. They have been close friends ever since. Therese is a wife, a mother, and very recently, a grandmother. She was diagnosed with breast cancer in October 2005. Therese, two kisses on each cheek for you. I love you.

And finally, I am walking the Avon walk for breast cancer for me. I need a challenge. I need a goal. I need some focus. Hopefully, I’ll help others on the way. What better reason do I need?

So. Here’s to everyone I know who has been affected by breast cancer–family, friends, friends of family, and family of friends. Join me, support me, or simply just think of me on July 8th and 9th as I’m walking the Avon walk for breast cancer.