Walking the Walk to End Breast Cancer By Pamela Findling goa years ago, my husband and I decided to participate in The Weekend to End Breast Cancer, an international, 60 km, 2 day walk. We raised $4200 and were part of an incredible movement to bring awareness to breast cancer. Unlike most of the participants in the Weekend to End Breast Cancer, my husband and I do not personally know anyone who has suffered from this horrible disease. But with statistics saying that one in nine women is expected to get breast cancer, we knew that we had just been lucky so far and we wanted to do what we could to help. We started training in February of that year for the walk in Calgary, where we were living at the time. Considering winter temperatures there often reach 25 below, it was probably not the best place to take up long-distance walking. However, we decided it was a small sacrifice so we bundled up and headed out for a walk every night. Then there was the fundraising. We baked pink ribbon cookies and sold them. We asked friends, family, and strangers for money and we were shocked at how generous people were. It was heartwarming to see a little girl buy a cookie from us, and fantastic when a young guy surprised us with a $100 cheque. Nearly everyone, it seemed, was affected by breast cancer in some way. The weekend of the walk was humbling. During the opening ceremonies, the flag was carried in by children who had lost their mothers to breast cancer. They stood at the front of thousand of participants and talked about what this weekend meant to them and how much they missed their mothers. It was a solemn but inspiring moment and there were very few dry eyes in the building. The event was incredibly well organized. There were regular pitstops with food, drinks, and entertainment; and countless volunteers and bystanders cheered us on every step of the way. And the walkers were amazing. Many of them had t-shirts with pictures of mothers and daughters and sisters pinned to them. Some of the walkers had no hair; some of them had boas and funny bras with matching shirts. All of them laughed. There was fantastic energy and a spirit of camaraderie. We were all there for different reasons, but we were all making a difference. One of the people we met was Debbie. Debbie had two children and was a breast cancer survivor. She had raised over $40,000 for the Weekend to End Breast Cancer. For the past few months everything she did was about the event. She asked everyone she met for money or help in some way. She took out ads in the paper. She acted as a mentor and training leader to other participants and encouraged everyone to do the walk with her. She was determined that her daughters would not go through the same thing she had and wanted to eradicate the disease. When we made it back home after the first day of walking, I was tired and not feeling well. Unfortunately, I started feeling sicker and I ended up going to see the doctor. It turns out that despite drinking lots of water and Gatorade, I was seriously dehydrated. I couldn’t figure out why until I mentioned to the doctor that I was breast feeding. Suddenly, everyone understood—I needed extra hydration because my body was still producing milk. It was ironic that at an event to raise money for breast cancer, my very healthy breasts were the cause of dehydration for me. I wasn’t able to do the remaining 25 km the next day because I was too sick. My husband stayed home to nurse me back to health. We were disappointed that we didn’t finish the walk, but we have vowed to participate again another year. We are still proud to have been involved in the Weekend to End Breast Cancer and to have raised over $4000 for breast cancer research. I encourage everyone to find out what you can do to help—and then do it. If you are interested in participating in the Weekend to End Breast Cancer next summer, either as a walker or as a volunteer, please visit www.endcancer. ca. ‘Featuring Dr. Stephen Sex & Dr. Marilyn Fairchild st people not siiaiser that I might « enjoy having a thing. or two crammed up my ass. But I do. | love it; I need it! I have become so inclined to masturbate while probing my asshole that now I can’t get off without anal stimulation. My female partner, however, is not impressed by rectum play, and I think she is getting increasingly uncomfortable. I’ve even gone as far as buying a strap-on that she could pound me in the ass with— but so far, she hasn’t been up for it, and I’ve had to fuck my own ass. Should [ dump the anal or dump the girl? —Bum Boy Dr. Fairchild: BB, I’m glad you sent this letter. 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