It will sound crude, but I love tits, It's just the truth.

Well.... It's at least the truth that most men will present when talking about beast cancer.

My truth however, is a little bit , ....deeper than that.

Right around 6 years ago my mother, Jill Curtis, was diagnosed with breast cancer.

Shocked by her diagnosis, she chose to keep it a secret, as our family was in the midst of change.

My mom is a fighter, at this point she'd already beaten cervical cancer, and had gone on with many healthy years.  I think she thought it better to come to grips with it on her own terms before bringing everyone else in to the loop.

Months later it was inevitable, the cancer was widespread in one breast, and steadily threatening the other.  A date was set and she went in for a double mastectomy.  

6 years later and my mother is cancer free, chasing her grand kids around, like it never happened.

The point to this story is awareness, prevention and action!

Who knows what the outcome would have been if she had waited a year to get another mammogram?

I might have ended up with a pink ribbon Tattoo'd on my arm because I had a mother who had died from breast cancer, instead of one who survived it.

Today, 6/18/2011, was the 9th annual Char-em Pink Ribbon Ride to raise awareness about Breast Cancer.  My family and I were honored to be a part of it.