Life Your Way shared this a few days ago on Facebook and I hesitated to share because the writer’s opinions are similar to my feelings about teal, purple and “awareness” in general.
Read this article by metastatic breast cancer survivor, Leisha Davison-Yasol
Did you click on the link to read the article above? Please do, because if you read only one of these posts today, read hers. Because this post that follows is about how I feel.
I do not have breast cancer. I have scleroderma and sarcoidosis. I do have similar feelings about chachkies being sold to raise money. Some have a good product cost to cause ration. Others, do not.
I have two sides to share about my opinion, so please read the whole thing. I might make you mad, and if I do, please use that energy to donate to research for a cure of something.
|I can’t be the only one who noticed the legs first.|
The author talked openly and honestly about her opinions of pink-washing. She shows pictures that are relevant, not for shock value, sympathy and include a plea to “God”, like I see for scleroderma. There is so much public passion for breast cancer because it hits so many, but there is another side, that all diseases have: Merchandising. If we took the money and just sent it to research, wouldn’t that be more effective than receiving a chachkie to show friends? There are survivors of breast cancer, but when I see the ads it’s all about pink and fun, no mention of metastatic breast cancer, which kills or leaves it’s victims nothing less than mutilated.
|When I see this picture, I see victory.|
But then, there is another side: I usually want to smack the young men I see running around with bracelets that read “Boobs”, but I don’t know if he lost someone to breast cancer. What if that bracelet helps him laugh through the pain he feels throughout his day. There are not enough months, or colors in the rainbow to bring back those lost and mutilated by cancer, or any other illness.
Patients with cancer, scleroderma, lupus, sarcoidosis, MS, and so on, have one thing in common: We all hate these diseases. So if seeing a pink soup can pisses you off, use that energy for something good, like the author of this post suggests. Or, rejoice in the feeling of power loved ones and survivors have over cancer, if only a moment as they cross the finish line in a Race to the Cure.
We don’t to choose from a menu the shit sandwich life can serve us, but we can choose how to deal with it, once it’s on our plate.