I confess, I've been reluctant to post recently since I don't want to step anywhere near the Komen/PP stinky Hot Pink Mess. But I need to send a little love to Nancy Brinker, the visionary and force of nature who has transformed the battle against breast cancer. She's used her immense talents as a fundraiser, spokesperson and organizer to raise awareness of breast cancer, fund research and provide health screenings to under-served populations. Back off, all you haters! Okay, so we orbit in completely different social stratospheres. Nancy B. inhabits the world of Neiman-Marcus, polo ponies, Limoges china and Baccarat crystal, while I'm more at home with Stein-mart clearance racks, mini-golf, microwave-safe dishes and stainless steel flatware. And many times, I'm totally cool with just a plastic spork. Yet when it comes to breast cancer, you could say that Nancy Brinker is my "sista from another vista." Our stories resonate with many of the same "aha" moments, such as when you realize that you must be your own advocate. Or that you don't have to allow doctors to treat you in a condescending, paternalistic way. I can understand why people on both sides of the aisle are unhappy with the Komen organization. But I'm sick of partisan groups acting like playground bullies, of the divisiveness in our culture that makes it impossible to work together on common goals. Also, the internet has been rife with spiteful commentary about Nancy B.'s personal appearance and character. That type of vitriol is cruel and totally uncool. So what if Nancy B. has poufy hair? She may have been born in Illinois, but she's lived in Dallas long enough to be an honorary Texan. And as a native of that great state, I can tell you proudly that big hair is our constitutional right. You'll have to pry the can of Aquanet from our cold, dead fingers. And to those of you who've criticized her surgically enhanced appearance, do you have a high-def TV? Sorry, maybe they're good for watching football games, but otherwise, the high resolution makes even very attractive people look hideous! Every pore is a giant crater. Every pimple, mole, nose hair and wrinkle is magnified a million times. The camera used to be kinder to mature women, such as in the soft-focus Elizabeth Taylor perfume ads, so foggy it appeared the lens had been coated in Vaseline. Or the extremely low-resolution magazine spreads of Diane Keaton hawking makeup that looked more like an impressionist painting than a photo. So if I were in the public eye like Nancy B., I probably wouldn't be satisfied with a little nip and tuck or some Juvederm or Botox. I'd be signing up for an entire face transplant! Also, maybe I'm a Pollyanna, but I believe Nancy Brinker when she says her only goal is fighting breast cancer. "In Promise Me: How a Sister's Love Launched the Global Movement to End Breast Cancer," Nancy recounts her side of a conversation in the early days of the Komen foundation. "Right now, I have one political flour sifter. What's best for women with breast cancer? Republican or Democrat, he or she, I don't care where they stand on oil embargoes, cattle prods or how to fry an egg...I'm not saying that if Idi Amin could cure breast cancer, I'd be out campaigning for him, but..." Granted, Komen has taken numerous PR hits over the years. A Pink Bucket of Fried Chicken for the Cure? I mean, really? What's next, Chocolate-Glazed Donuts for the Cure? Pork Rinds for the Cure? Certainly, everyone cannot even agree on what is right for women (and men) with breast cancer. Some tout the importance of early detection while others argue that overly-aggressive screening results in potentially harmful overtreatment. And, no matter how Komen doles out grant money -- there will always be critics unhappy that there is either not enough -- or too much -- focus on one area, whether it's the development of new drugs, ground-breaking research into possible vaccines, improved treatments for Stage 4 survivors, education and early detection or treatment for needy women. But I'd like to say this to everyone jumping on the anti-Nancy B. bandwagon: What would living with breast cancer be like without her? What if there was a remake of "It's a Wonderful Life," but instead of the fictional George Bailey, the story revolved around Nancy Brinker? Would the words "breast" and "cancer" still be spoken in whispers, as if they were vulgarities? Would women in developing countries know how to perform breast self-exams or where to turn for assistance? Would patients still be expected to just do what the doctor said, without question? Would women understand the importance of routine mammograms? Where would we be in terms of chemotherapy agents, anti-hormonals, etc. without Komen funding? So go ahead and complain some, if you must. But remember the words of Clarence, the apprentice angel from "It's a Wonderful Life": "Strange, isn't it? Each (wo)man's life touches so many other lives. When (s)he isn't around, (s)he leaves an awful hole, doesn't (s)he? Nancy Brinker, thanks for your efforts in the fight against breast cancer. Sending hugs and a virtual box of organic, anti-oxidant-rich dark chocolate to you!

Read more at www.cosmiccasserole.com Diagnosed at age 45 after routine mammogram Breast MRI revealed multifocal IDC Mastectomy, then chemo BRCA test showed uncommon variant Prophylactic mastectomy, then reconstruction ER ++++, on Tamoxifen

PPFA conducts roughly 300,000 abortions each year.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Planned_Parenthood
 
This number is very conservative(only the number they admit performing)
 
In the United States, it is estimated that approximately 40,000 women will die from breast cancer.
 
 
Tell me.......How many women is Planned Parenthood saving and how many of they murdering?