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• In 1901 the rates for Cancer were 1:8000
• In 2006 the rates for Cancer were 1:3
for women and 1:2 for men
• There are 200 different types of Cancer and scientists
agree that 80% are caused by synthetic toxic chemicals
• The statistics for Breast
Cancer are 1:9
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A handsome, middle-
It was obvious they were making fun of something about him, and it wasn't until he
remembered he was wearing a small pink ribbon on the lapel of his suit that he became
aware of what the joke was all about.
The man brushed off the reaction as ignorance,
but the smirks began to get to him. He looked one of the rude men squarely in the
eye, placed his hand beneath the ribbon and asked, quizzically,
"This?"
With that
all the men began to laugh out loud. The man he addressed said, as he fought back
laughter,
"Hey, sorry man, but we were just commenting on how pretty your pink ribbon
looks against your blue jacket!"
The middle aged man calmly motioned for the joker
to come over to his table and invited him to sit down. The guy obliged, not really
sure why.
In a soft voice, the middle aged man said, "I wear this ribbon to bring
awareness about breast cancer. I wear it in my mother's honour."
"Oh, sorry dude.
She died of breast cancer?"
"No, she didn't. She's alive and well. But her breasts
nourished me as an infant and were a soft resting place for my head when I was scared
or lonely as a little boy. I'm very grateful for my mother's breasts and her health."
"Umm," the stranger replied, "Yeah."
"And I wear this ribbon to honour my wife",
the middle aged man went on.
"And she's okay, too?" the other guy asked.
“Oh, yes.
She's fine. Her breasts have been a great source of loving pleasure for both of us
and with them she nurtured and nourished our beautiful daughter 23 years ago. I am
grateful for my wife's breasts, and for her health."
"Uh huh. And I guess you wear
it to honour your daughter, also?"
"It's too late to honour my daughter by wearing
it now. My daughter died of breast cancer one month ago. She thought she was too
young to have breast cancer, so when she accidentally noticed a small lump, she ignored
it. She thought that since it wasn't painful, it must not be anything to worry about."
Shaken and ashamed, the now sober stranger said, "Oh, man, I'm so sorry mister."
"So, in my daughter's memory, too, I proudly wear this little ribbon, which allows
me the opportunity to enlighten others. Now, go home and talk to your wife and your
daughters, your mother and your friends. And here," the middle-
The guy looked at it, slowly
raised his head and asked,
Do regular breast self-
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cancer awareness.
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