Gotta Grow a Mo – Join The Movember Mustachio Bashio!

Last year, I joined the Movember party late. Judging from the sweet stache I had by the end of the month, I’d say I arrived fashionably late. Oh, you don’t like my mustache? Well, get in line with every lady I’ve ever met. Ever. Including my wife. Including my daughters. Ok, well only Sophia can voice her displeasure with it, but I’m pretty positive Maddie isn’t a fan either, judging from the looks she’s been sending my way.

Am I rambling? I do that, sometimes. I was pretty sure I had a point to this whole post. Ah, yes, Movember. In all seriousness, folks, I’m not just growing this amazing mustache for all the weirded-out looks I receive. I’m doing it for a reason–I want to help change the face of men’s health. I want you to join me in my fundraising efforts I know, men’s health is an all-encompassing phrase, but there are many aspects to it that need to be talked about, that need to have attention raised for. I’m 32-years old. In the not-too-distant future, I’ll be walking into the doctors office for a prostate exam–and presumably walking out a little uncomfortably. That honestly terrifies me. Prostate cancer terrifies me. Did you know that prostate cancer is the second most common form of cancer in men? Because it is. In 2014, more than 233,000 men alone will be diagnosed with it. If you want to know more about prostate cancer, please go and read about it.

Testicular cancer terrifies me. One of my high school buddies, who was a whopping two days younger than me died from testicular cancer not long after graduating college. Testicular cancer is the most common form of cancer in young men ages 15 to 35. I’m almost right in that wheelhouse.

There needs to be more research on every aspect of men’s health. Men–we need to pay attention to what our bodies are telling us. I know, going to the doctor sucks. I hate going. If I have a cold, I’m not going to the doctor. If I have the flu, chances are I won’t be going to the doctor. Although now that I have kids, the chances of me going to the doctor have risen. That’s not really the point, though. We need to, not only take care of our bodies and our minds, but we need to listen to them. Something small could wind up turning into something large. And you very well could catch it if you have yourself checked by a healthcare professional.

Look, I’m not a doctor–I just play one on TV–but this is something we should all pay attention to. I need to do a better job myself. That’s the number one reason that I’m growing this mustache that will soon have me banned from my own bed.

Please, do me a favor and help support me and my fellow men that are growing these sweet, sweet Mo’s for our health. Check out my fundraising site at Every dollar helps. If you don’t, I’ll never shave this mustache, and that’s just bad for everyone.