as someone whose mother and grandmother both suffered from this disease i think its okay for me to post about it. theres loads of charities out there, some doing good, some taking advantage. as some people may or some may not know, danny woods mother passed away in 1999 and hes set up rememberbetty.org to help raise funds in her memory.
i just sent the email below to my mother to forward to her friends. im sure im not the only daughter out there who loved the new kids and getting excited to see them again and thought they might be interested in helping out.. so if anyone cares, please click on the above and help. your boobies will thank you for it 
I thought Id pass this along to you.
As you know I was soooo obsessed with the New Kids on the Block (still am.. guess it will never die, no matter how hard I try to keep them in the closet). Danny Wood, his mother passed away in 1999 from a 2 year battle with Breast Cancer. Im going to post his story below, but if you can pass along the following link to others to please give to his charity, Remember Betty – which works alongside the Susan K Gomen foundation, to help raise some money and awareness it would be nice. Ive already given $35 and theres apparently special merchandise on the bands tour to help raise funds as well. Theres loads of women out there who followed these guys with all of their hearts when we were younger and we wouldnt be able to do so without our mothers.www.rememberbetty.org
(yes thats danny singing and playing guitar!)——————————————–
September 19th, 1999 – I was in Dorchester, Mass., sitting in one of the old bedrooms in the house where I grew up, but this night was very different.
I was watching my mother, Elizabeth A. Wood, as she fought a losing battle with breast cancer. She had been diagnosed with the disease two years prior, and as she paused between her breaths (for what seemed like an eternity), I felt my world crumbling around me.
My son, Daniel Jr., then six years old, sat with me for a while and sang to her. He was not afraid; he was strong, for this was his Nana. I was full of so many emotions, but looking at him, I felt a sense of pride – a pride that was engraved in both of us by my mother. Painfully, we both watched her – the woman who was, and is, everything that is good in me – slip away.
It was so fitting for Daniel to be there. She helped me raise him. From weaning him off the bottle to potty training, she was there. As he sang, I could see she was letting go of us physically, but looking back, she was holding on to us with every ounce of her soul. I can still remember her final words. As I arrived in the room after flying into Boston from Miami, she said “Oh, it’s Danny! I love you.” My heart broke, because I knew that I would never hear those words again.
September 20th, 1999 – My mother lies peacefully, no longer breathing, but no longer in pain.
It took me more than five years to realize death ends a life, not a relationship. Accepting her death has been a struggle, however, I have realized that I must only accept the fact that she is no longer physically on this earth. I know she watches over me. I know she lives through my children. I realized this through a very amazing experience.
My youngest daughter, Vega, was lying in my bed one night with me. She looked at me, pulled me in close by my face and kissed me. I got chills because this was the exact way my mother used to kiss me. There was always something behind my mother’s hugs and kisses – love, pride, happiness, and many other emotions – and she passed that legacy of love on to my daughters. I will never forget it, and I want to take this opportunity to tell you a few more things about my mom.
My mother was a small woman, not even five feet tall, but her personality was enormous. She gave birth to six children: Bethany, Melissa, Pamela, Me, Brett and Rachel. She took pride in raising us right. She also worked hard for many years for the Boston School Committee. She later went on to work for Filenes’s retail store, but I know that she only worked there for the discount!
She taught me how to be a good son, brother, friend, but mostly a great father. She used to call me Mister Mom because of the amount of time and attention I put into raising Daniel Jr. I learned it all from her. She was the most amazing baker. She would make birthday cakes for every kid in the neighborhood. Everyone got their favorite cookies, pies, and cakes come Christmas time. We have all carried on her baking traditions and taught our own children.
It is now my mission to make sure her legacy lives on – for me, my children, my family, her friends and all the people who ever got to meet her. She was the most incredible person, and I was lucky enough to be able to call her “Mom.”
In her honor, I want to do all I can to help with the fight against breast cancer. All proceeds will go directly to the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation (www.komen.org). I have done charity work with them in the past, and their work is unprecedented. My hope is that this is a life-long mission we all can share. One final thought…
Remember Betty…
