I forgot what chemotherapy does to the body other than killing cancer cells.The memories, along with the side effects, have returned. The changes to my digestive system and my thinning hair have spoken loudly that "the cancer's back."
The "cancer club" that I so passionately tried to turn down my membership to is now my place for safety, strength, and encouragement. So how does Pinktober make me feel? It makes me feel honored and loved.
I don't care if they make a profit. I don't care if they make a huge profit. I don't care if they make a tiny profit. I don't care if some of them make no profit at all as long as October remains pink.
Conventional medicine advises that we start getting annual mammograms at age 40. And yet, as I have come to understand, mammograms have a difficult time detecting cancer in small, dense, young breast tissue.
I quickly discovered a very hard line between people who considered themselves serious advocates in the fight against breast cancer and those who are still foolishly drinking the Komen Kool-Aid. You cannot be both. Here are the key points outlining why I believe that line exists.
As nonprofits, we seek a diversified and balanced portfolio, so that if one revenue stream should wane, the others are strong enough to pick up the slack. But we must be careful from whom and where we might accept corporate contributions.
Only in America, can you take a bright pink .22-caliber handgun to the firing range to show all your buddies that you're an evolved, sensitive citizen who promotes breast cancer awareness and enjoys blowing things to hell and gone.