Seems like the Big C has been busy this year. This week, even. With the passing of legendary bassist Lemmy Killmeister of Motorhead, David Bowie, and Alan Rickman, I’m stricken and angered by the sheer volume of deaths cancer causes every year. The entire world is in mourning.
It’s also somewhat humbling to know that our icons, our mighty ones, our heroes are still human and that cancer is a disease that doesn’t care about gender, race, or financial status. It doesn’t care if you defined hard rock, began a revolution where people feel freer to be themselves, or brought to life characters that will forever live in our hearts. None of that matters.
What does matter is what we choose to do in the wake of these untimely deaths.
How will we honor Lemmy, our Starman, and Professor Snape? What will we do to avenge them?
We’ll fight. We’ll scream. That’s what we’ll do.
This year, I’m putting the choice into your hands. YOU pick the charity. I’ll be busy trying to get your favorite authors to donate books.
Plus, since we’ve lost such amazing, wonderful, life-changing people already this year, Landra and I are planning an “in memoriam” box. We’ll keep you posted on what that means and how to get your hands on it.
Let me know in the comments what cancer charities mean the most to you. I’ll tally up and see which ones get the most mentions, then we’ll put it to a vote. Sound good?