Boob-Ha-Ha

My personal favorite Hostesses are the ones that come in the box and are filled with white creme. We’ll talk about those later.

About Wendy: The first year I did The 3 Day, it was merely just a personal test. A couple of my friends did it in 2004, and their stories were amazing, so I figured I’d give it a shot. I’d just raise the money and I’ll take a little walk, right? It wasn’t that big of a deal to me, because I didn’t know anyone with breast cancer. My grandma died of non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma in 2003, but they didn’t have a walk for that.

2007 will mark the 3rd year I’ve participated in the Susan G Komen 3 Day Walk. It’s a 60 miles walk over the course of three days that brings in thousands upon thousands of dollars in donations to help raise awareness and find a cure for breast cancer. And as much money as it brings in every year, there’s still no cure. So, guess what? I’ll keep walking until there is one.

That attitude didn’t last long at all. During the Opening Ceremonies of my first walk, I realized that I was making a difference in not only my life, but in the lives of so many other people. After three full years of constant fundraising and talking about The 3 Day, it feels like a personal vendetta against breast cancer. No matter how many walks I have to do, I’m planning on kicking it square in the ding-ding.

About Robin: Mmmmm …Ding-Dongs. That’s why I leave the 60-mile walking to Wendy. I’d rather sit on my ass, eating cupcakes and devising interesting ways to raise money for the 3-Day so she won’t try to persuade me to walk. She’s been on enough family vacations with me to know that I’m not pleasant when I’m blistered and sweaty.

I am pleasant when I’m doing things like throwing parties, though. That’s how all of this got started. I may not be the best long-distance walker, what with the fat ass, the whining, the crying, the hissy fits, and the full emotional breakdowns that occur after I experience 23 minutes of discomfort, but I can throw one hell of a party. Last year I learned that I can also throw quite the online auction or five to help Wendy meet her fundraising goals.  This year, I’m combining my skills and here we are.

My husband lost his grandmother to breast cancer in 2001, the same year my aunt was diagnosed. She’s been cancer-free for five years, but the specter of the disease will always linger, not just with her but with those of us who share her DNA. Even with that family history, I’m lucky. I’m one of the few people I know who hasn’t experienced at least one devastating lose of a loved one to breast cancer. I’d like to keep it that way, and that’s why I intend to come up with bigger and better ways to help Wendy raise funds every year.

Anyone want a Ho-Ho?