Yes, pretty much everywhere, everything is awash with the shade of Pepto Bismol. You can't escape it. So I just don't see the point in spending energy on gettin all bent about seein it everywhere. For instance....when you're newly diagnosed, doesn't it seem like friends & family all start sportin the pink ribbon, givin you pink ribbon gifts, etc? I heard a story of a nice teacher lady who was diagnosed...& all her students started wearin pink ribbons to support her. I don't think she's a fan of the ribbon, but really....all people are tryin to say by doin that is that they love you & want to support you. I just don't get those who respond with "I got yer awareness RIGHT HERE!!" while pointin to their breasts, or mastectomy sites....eh, I dunno.....how about just feel happy that people want to show they care about you & what you're goin through?
And while I'm on my soapbox....I'm learnin that some people take offense to being called a Survivor. Why? I get that not everyone survives it. But what else are we supposed to call ourselves? "People with a bc diagnosis" I guess. Just seems easier to say "Survivor".
Now here's one thing that I DO agree about. I don't like to say that I've "battled bc". Rather, it battle ME. Or that I've "fought" bc. I didn't fight. I just showed up. I needed surgery. I showed up. Needed Chemo, showed up. Needed Radiation.....you get the picture. But, while I don't like the expression, I'm not gonna get all pissed off about someone sayin about how I "battled" or "fought" bc. But the one I absolutely HATE the most....when you hear that someone "lost their battle"...to me this implies that they did something wrong, or weren't tough enough....which is just wrong. I say, those are the ones "taken" by this fucked up disease.
Eh, so I guess as time goes on, I realize....that while I do have my own opinions of stuff....at this point, deep down....I really don't give a shit about most of this "small stuff".
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It's hard to decide what you are going to say. I had people ask me if I was in remission and waiting for it to come back. There really isn't a remission, it just pops up somewhere else. People didn't want to hear that. And then the people who had no clue that breast cancer won't kill you because you can just cut them off and the cancer is gone with it. When it pops up elsewhere that's when the real trouble starts. I don't know. Sometimes I just didn't even want people to know I "had" breast cancer. So they wouldn't look at me with expectancy. Like I was going to implode any minute. Or the sly glances at the boobs to see if they could tell which one was gone or rebuild. It gets old after awhile. And then I have a day like today and I say "Good grief, it's been 23 years". How cool is that and I want to tell everyone. LOL
YAY Paula! You really are such an inspiration to me! I always think of all your years of bein cancer free whenever I get all freakin out. So glad to "know" you. Thanks so much for readin & commentin. xx
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