I saw the people who have held my hand, poked me with needles, taken my vital signs and treated my cancer, and I saw them for once in a non-medical way. They were not in white coats and sneakers or scrubs -- they were laughing, eating and drinking cocktails.

I was suddenly spurned out into the churning, frenetic nature of Manhattan with beguiling news. I had cancer. And pretty bad, too.

What's wrong with the pink ribbon anyway? I've been asked this question more than a few times. It seems like a fair question, so I thought I'd share some thoughts about why the pink ribbon has lost its appeal to many, including me.

The color pink has pissed me off since 2001, when I was diagnosed with second stage breast cancer.

The comfort of "pink" has softened the disease and given it a warm, fuzzy feel that any woman with breast cancer will tell you is just plain wrong.

Scientists have found that pink is not actually a color.

Creating a hopeful commercial about cancer is fraught territory, but advertising agency BVK’s ad for the University of Oklahoma's new cancer centre ...