Save the ta-tas, indeed.
For me, the grieving process has taken a cantankerous turn. I'm tired of seeing all the time and energy devoted to breast cancer when esophageal cancer is so much harder to treat and so much more lethal. I know it's horribly selfish but dammit all I can't help feeling that cancer research is a zero-sum game and maybe, just maybe, a little bit of the cash spent on pink ribbons might have saved my dad. You guys go ahead and Race for the Cure for a while. I'm just going to sit here and contemplate how very little food fits in half a cup. Enjoy your dinner!