Not the Best Breast Cancer Month Ever

I tell y’all, while I’m glad that breast cancer awareness gets good attention during October and there’s lots of fun pink things available (pink Hershey’s kisses, I’m looking at you!!), the thing that I could do without is hearing about more women with cancer this month.

I may already have mentioned that my neighbor Sheila has breast cancer, and then the following week, a friend of mine from college called to say that her mother had just been diagnosed. Our nanny from the summer I had chemo emailed to say that her father-in-law’s cancer is back, meaner than ever. And I was visiting with my mother (also a breast cancer survivor) while we were in Boston earlier this month and she got to wondering if her old boss would be coming to a dinner party she’d been invited to. So as we sat there in traffic on Mem Drive, she called her boss’ extension…and a man who now has the job had to be the one to tell her that her boss/friend died of cancer earlier this Spring.

I mean REALLY, universe. We’re supposed to be having a positive cancer month full of pink ribbons and crowds cheering on pink-shirted walkers and runners at races, and the aforementioned pink Hershey’s kisses. Let’s get back to that, please? Universe? Okay?

Going Pink

So it is October, Breast Cancer Awareness Month in the U.S.  I already have a wardrobe that has an alarmingly high percentage of pink in it, drive a car with a pink ribbon license plate on it, run around with a pink iPod, wear pink Crocs around the house, and am signed up to do two Breast Cancer Awareness runs this month (one is the same one that kicked my ass last year when I tried it two weeks after finishing chemo, the other is the Race for the Cure), and when I get french pedicures, they use pink nail polish.  I am pretty much a pink person nowadays.

But I’m Going Pink for October. How could I not? Check ‘em out.