Boobs. It’s National Boob Month. Football players wear pink cleats, baseball players swing pink bats and teenage boys get tossed out of school for wearing t-shirts proclaiming, “I like boobies!” We all know they are just trying to get away with wearing shirts they would wear every day of the year, but their stand always makes the news.
Breast cancer is NOT funny. Still,I’ve seen so many shirts and bumper stickers aimed at raising awareness.
• Yes my boobs are fake, my real ones tried to kill me
• Save the Tatas
• Save the Girls
• Big or small save them all
• These babies are self-examined
• I heart boobies
• I’m here for the boobs
• Boobs: They could use your support
• Boobs like these are worth fighting for!
• A feel a day keeps the doctor away
• Operation: Healthy Hooters!
• Boobs, Sweat and Tears
• Don’t let cancer steal 2nd base
• I ❤ Boobies
• Don’t let mounds develop in your mounds
• Have you had your boobs squeezed lately?
• Save the woman behind these boobs!
• Hope for Hooters
Can I admit that I’m glad colon cancer doesn’t have the same level of awareness? I don’t want to see those shirts and stickers!
As an infant, breasts nourished me. As a boy they fascinated me. As a teenager they distracted me and now, as a man … um, okay, like 99% of men, I never made it past the teenager stage. I’m a big fan. I fully support doing all we can to eliminate breast cancer.
But, I bet you didn’t even know it is also liver awareness month. Yeah. How the heck did we get the same month as breast cancer??? That’s like playing a gig with your Josh Groban cover band the same night Josh Groban is playing a free outdoor concert a mile down the road!
Livers can’t compete with boobs. Livers are reddish-brown, shiny, smooth, slimy-looking things and breasts are … well … um … no, I better not go there. I mean, even in food groups, do you know many liver fans? No? Me neither. But chicken breasts? Oh man, sign me up.
If your liver fails you are done in 7 days with people gathering at your funeral in 10. Livers are, I now know full well, vitally important. How important? Well, try this. Brew your next pot of coffee without a filter. Not very appealing, huh? Your liver is your body’s filter. It get’s rid of the bad stuff and stuff you don’t need.
Livers are like those ladies at your church that replace flowers, put fancy little baskets on greeting tables and make the women’s restroom comfy. (Discrimination, by the way! Ever seen a men’s room?) You never notice them until they stop doing their job and you’ve got a bunch of dead flowers on the pulpit. Breasts, on the other hand are like those musicians who just drew a round of applause after that special music selection. The point is, they both (flowers and singers) are equally important. So is the custodian who turns on the lights and heat or AC for you long before you get there.
The ancient book I’m fond of, the Bible, even talks about it…
1 Cor 12:25-26 The way God designed our bodies is a model for understanding our lives together as a church: every part dependent on every other part, the parts we mention and the parts we don’t,the parts we see and the parts we don’t. If one part hurts, every other part is involved in the hurt, and in the healing. If one part flourishes, every other part enters into the exuberance.
October is National Liver Awareness month. Are you aware of yours? Do you know your liver numbers? Ask at your next physical. Don’t have one scheduled? Hey, don’t make me smack you!
Here, take the quiz… don’t be intimidated just because I got 100%. I studied hard for more than a year. http://www.medicinenet.com/liver_disease_quiz/quiz.htm
Sunday … give those church ladies and that custodian a hug. The musicians already have all the attention they need.