WASHINGTON - It's time to talk to talk about breasts, and I can't think of a better place to do so than in Washington DC. After all, it is home to some of the biggest boobs I've ever met. In all seriousness, I'm not talking about some of the congressional members. I'm talking about the actual body part and about breast health. This May, I will make my third trip to Washington in order to lobby on behalf of the National Breast Cancer Coalition. I am often asked how I became involved with them, and I want to share with you the story of their work. I began working with the NBCC after my (step) aunt was diagnosed with breast cancer. I wanted to become involved in finding the cure, and I wanted to know how I could support her fight.
Looking around me, I realized that my aunt's fight was not an isolated battle. Another aunt had stood next to her best friend as the disease proved more powerful than the treatments. I heard stories of women who survived cancer, but died from the harsh treatments used to fight it. I had watched my dad die of another form of cancer (lung). Watching him die from a senseless disease stirred up emotions that I didn't want to confront.