OK, I'm being altruistic here. It really doesn't matter who won or who lost last nite's Packers-Vikings showdown. It's how much dinero we raise For the Cure.
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. One of my friends just went thru a mastectomy & reconstructive surgery. After initial positive reports, it now looks like she'll have to have radiation. The doctors haven't said anything about chemo yet, but we're praying for a positive outcome.
Brett Favre's wife, Deanna, is a breast cancer survivor. So was my Mom. We lost my grandmother way too early to this insidious disease.
We don't invite breast cancer into our lives; it insinuates itself. Like a nosy neighbor, the disease just opens the front door & marches on in.
The Bushes lit up the White House pink last October to draw awareness to the cause. NFL players are wearing ribbons, pink-tinted gloves and even cleats of a girly hue to bring a sense of urgency to the need to get something done. Soon. Now.
We need to fight back. To raise awareness. To raise money. To kick this disease to the curb before it's too late for someone else.
Brett's wife, Deanna, was diagnosed in 2004. And she established the Deanna Favre Hope Foundation to support other survivors.
I wore my pink Packers jersey, featuring #4, last nite for the game. Not because Mr. Fairway won't let me wear Minnesota Purple in the house. To show my support for a cause that is bigger than a football game; bigger than all of us.
I'm happy for whoever won the Mix Up in Minneapolis last nite. Because we've all got hope. We're all winners.