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What Pink Bows Mean To Me

October and Breast Cancer Awareness

Ah, the month that everything turns pink. Drill bits, chicken buckets, tampons, kitchenaid, any product that pulls on your heart-strings. Women smiling with pink shirts.  All neatly packaged and marked, and nothing that would shock or give you the real picture of what breast cancer is really like. “After all, we have grandmothers who will see,” is what I was told. Well, mine fucking died from it. I saw her radiation burns every day. So, I say let’s pull back the curtain on the battle scars, the Frankenstein operations, and reconstructions; how it feels like razor wire with every breath you take after you’re sent home from the operation with drainage tubes, staples now closing a 6 to 7 inch incision (or if you opted for a double, then a total of 14 inches). The daily fight going through chemo, the shots to increase your white blood cell count (often worse than the chemo), the radiation, the hormone suppression. Let’s talk about the numbness under your arm or arms… Better practice your mobility; better pray; better hope that that son of bitch didn’t migrate to any other place in your body, brain, lungs…. Sleep well.  If you’re not on anti-anxiety meds, you will be now. By the way, one bag of the anti-nausea medication that accompanies chemo costs $6,000, one prescription of anti-nausea cost $165.

Whatever You Do, Don’t Cover It Up

Because no matter how barbaric the treatments are, you are thankful to whatever higher power there is that you kicked the shit out of cancer. You cut it out, you burned it out, you radiated it out. You fought a war, and you have the scars to prove it it. The monuments on your body, and those scars, are to be held in reverence and never to be covered up or to be ashamed of. If I had it my way, all walks would be done topless, all photos topless. That… is awareness. That give the awairness to others. It drives that message home on a whole new level.

Hair loss… that is the least of your worries, or should be. Wear that bald head proud. NEVER COVER IT UP. I hate to see a women cover her head. Let others see it, and when someone stares, ask them what the fuck they’re looking at! I guarantee they won’t do a damn thing. By the way, you can order a cap that will prevent your hair loss.  But you know, why make cancer invisible. But perhaps your hair is your identity, like perhaps your boobs are. No judgment here.

Just Remember to Honor Yourself and Others

If you have cancer, or know someone who does, please do the research on how to communicate with them. Don’t keep asking, “How do you feel, how is your treatment going?” Really people how the hell do you think its going.  Make them a meal, Take them out, sit with them, rent a movie with them, share your life with them.  MAKE AN EFFORT TO INTERACT IN THEIR LIFE.  Don’t just sit back on the side lines and say I’m glad it’s not me cause people it can be one day.  This is the fight against cancer.  This is how you make a difference each and every day.  In this way you honor yourself and others.

In closing

Just remember bald is not shameful, flat is beautiful, scars are also beautiful and can remind us of where we have been and where we are going.  They are the monuments of battles fought.  Live life one second at a time. And learn to live life in joy no matter how hard.

I love you all

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