Pink can be blue to some

In case you're living in a cave, it's Breast Cancer Awareness month, this noted and 'celebrated' by the color pink appearing pretty much everywhere you look.

As some of you are aware, breast cancer is something my bride faced in early 2012 (scroll to the bottom of that link and work your way back to the top).  

The missus has been cancer free since her surgery but trust me when I tell you that we are aware of the fear and the effects that this dreaded disease can bring to a family.  We know we'll never rid ourselves completely of that fear.  And October can, perhaps strangely to some of you, bring that fear to the forefront.

This piece someone posted last night on Facebook might offend some, might surprise others, but hey, it's Breast Cancer Awareness month and perhaps some of you aren't aware that pink can indeed be blue to some:

I am not a ranter by any means and I have been pretty quiet about “Pinktober” and what has come to be known as “Pinkwashing” in breast cancer circles, but seeing October 13th advertised as “National No Bra Day” and as a “fun” way to support people with breast cancer has pushed me over the edge.

Are you kidding me?  How on earth could a day where girls and women are encouraged to walk around with their nipples poking through their shirts be “supportive” for women who are living with or who have died from breast cancer, or who have managed to ‘complete’ the arduous treatments and disfiguring surgeries required to put them into remission?

I think the answer is simple.  It is not.

Like so many women–and men–who have faced this disease, I have lost my breasts to cancer.  Though I had a terrific surgeon, it was a physically and emotionally disfiguring surgery.

The cancer had gone so deep and was so extensive on my left side that it was at first inoperable.  Even after months of chemo, my surgeon took as much tissue and skin as possible and went deep into my axilla (underarm area).  The cancer had metastasized to my lymph nodes and had invaded them to such a degree that they broke open to allow the cancer cells to go beyond the walls of the nodes.  Because of how invasive the surgery was and of how much nerve damage, etc. resulted, it was not only extremely painful then, but continues to be a source of pain and phantom sensations that affect my entire upper torso even today.

I required over a year of physical therapy just to be able to raise my arms again and I still don’t have full function or range of motion.  And, because of pain, swelling, conspicuous compression sleeves and gloves, I am constantly reminded of the lymphedema that resulted from the surgery and loss of my lymph nodes.  Oh, and the life-threatening infections that forced a couple of hospitalizations and four months of massive doses of antibiotics this summer (almost 2 years after my original surgery), are also a little reminder of some of the things that the bilateral mastectomy and lymph node surgeries have left me with.  And there is so much more…

So the thought of seeing bra-less women flaunting two body parts that I have lost to cancer — more than I already see this on a regular day — does not feel all that supportive.  In fact, it feels quite the opposite.

I consider myself to be an open-minded person.  I do my best not to judge others or their beliefs and ideals.  I have a pretty good sense of humor and am usually the first to poke fun at myself.  And I make light of breast cancer and my struggles, treatments and their side effects, lack of breasts, fear of death, etc. fairly frequently.  It is how I cope.  But, given what I have been through, I think I have earned the right to joke and make light of how this terrible disease has affected me.  But if you haven’t been there or taken care of someone who has been there, then you should think twice before you publicize a day that jokes about putting the first body parts we usually lose to this disease “out there” on display even more conspicuously and then labeling it as an activity that helps our ’cause’.

We live in a society that makes a huge hoopla about breast cancer while at the very same time trivializing the seriousness of the disease.  How can we be so contradictory?

She's not done.

Her message is one I think needs airing.  Perhaps you'll want to read the whole thing and then, in the spirit of awareness, pass it on.

Perhaps.

Comments

[Leslie]

In a nearby city to me, breast cancer awareness is license for the local lingerie shops to boost sales by draping eye-popping versions of ladies underwear all over the bridge on the main roadway through town. I spend that week or two feeling for moms who are trying to keep their young boys on the level and wondering to myself how it is helping...Glad it turned out well for you guys, Rick.