The slightest cold will daunt me. A tiny cough has me immediately running for gallons of orange juice. A muscle spasm in my calf from the gym immediately gets me into panic attack that I've caught some rare gym-rat disease.

The point? I am a wimp when it comes to be being sick. Which is why my highest respects go to those who have endured the physical and emotional trials of breast cancer (and those who have supported them) with a strength that I barely have a fraction of. Of all the slogans out there promoting Breast Cancer Awareness Month this one is, by far, my absolute favorite.

If you are a woman, be sure to do your own self-examniations as well as get checked out by your doctor on a regular basis.

Here's to the fight to save second base....Happy Tuesday!