Every day of every month needs to be Breast Cancer Awareness Day.
I have lost dear friends to breast cancer. I have watched their shock at the news and then the pain and devastation and surgeries and treatments they endured because they wanted to live. I have been with them when they accepted the outcome and discontinued the fight for every breath.
My mother had breast cancer, then a mastectomy, then seven years later another mastectomy and she refused chemo or radiation both times. She did not have reconstructive surgery. We women aren't as attached to our uteruses as we are to our breasts. Men are victims of breast cancer too, but I can't say how it makes them feel after breast removal. I watched my mother's embarrassment and humiliation when she would strap on a heavy bra that felt like it was filled with sand each time she left her apartment. Until finally she just could not bear to wear it any longer and let go of all vanity. When my brother cleaned out her apartment a few months ago, he discarded the heavy bras for her.
These are two items I use all the time to keep me focused on breast cancer, praying for a cure, hoping for a time when we won't lose people we love and care about to the cruelty of breast cancer. My coffee cup is something I use often and the flashlight comes in handy every time I drop something in the carpet or when I walk outside in the dark to get something.
Tell me about your experiences with breast cancer. Some of you are breast cancer survivors. I cannot tell you how happy I am that you are here to tell your story and live your life.
My hope is that some day scientists will actually find a cure for breast cancer, not just tame the beast.