We’ve all got our reasons for being here.
For me, it was getting a call from my mom about 8 years ago, telling me she had a lump in one of her breasts. This was shortly after she had third of one of her lungs removed after being diagnosed with lung cancer. She never smoked. This was after she had her gall bladder removed and had some other issues with internal organs.
Of all of the ailments, this scared me the worst.
Thankfully, they caught it in time. She had a lumpectomy and thus far, there have been no signs of cancer. The rest of her health issues seem to be under control. She proudly wears a pink ribbon. She’s a survivor.
One of the worst things about the experience was feeling powerless, helpless to do anything. I was in Idaho, she was in California. I wasn’t able to fly home. But thankfully, she was OK.
I know that all the stories aren’t like this, that they don’t end the way we’d like them to. Putting this site together and helping organize a drive for awareness gives me that feeling of control I lacked 8 years ago. Knowing that the work we do here could give someone a chance at early detection… that’s part of our goal.
But with my mom’s diagnosis, I know I’m in the high-risk category. I’m going to need to rely on a low-cost mammogram since I don’t have insurance.
I don’t want this part of the site to be a downer, but instead a reminder of why we’re doing this. It’s not because pink armies are a gimmick; it’s because they draw attention to a cause and create awareness just by being on the board. They spark discussion, they get people thinking.
I’m not going to tell folks what to write, what not to write. I’m not going to tell them what to paint or play. For a lot people, this is a cathartic process. It’s personal; we all know someone.
Can we change the world? Probably not. But we can affect those around us. We can change our world. This is Day 1. We’ll see where this takes us.