Pink Eye

Without looking at my calendar, I knew it was October. Yesterday, I received no fewer than seven emails from different companies I've done business with telling me how they're supporting breast cancer awareness month. And that doesn't include the emails from the various breast cancer organizations I'm affiliated with. There was pink candy fighting for shelf space with the Halloween candy, and on every other aisle, pink soup, pink toilet paper, pink whipped cream. I'm even a little bit suspicious of the pink lemonade I drink every day.

I know that without all of this awareness and research, I could be facing a much grimmer prognosis. But I'm trying so hard to move on. To figure out what life is like after breast cancer and every where I turn, I get smacked right between the eyes with it. And truthfully, I feel a little bit guilty that my cancer gets all of the attention when there are plenty of other types of cancer that would love to have this kind of awareness and financial support. Wouldn't it be great if corporations did the right thing just because it was the right thing, not because of its PR value?

The ultimate reminder, the pink postcard, arrived in the mail from my doctor reminding me that it was time for yet another mammogram. So next Wednesday I'll go back to the very place where this nightmare got started and hope for a different ending.