Pink

The fabulous Lala has tagged me with the Pink Sisterhood tag. It’s very early in the morning, and after yesterday, I am way too tired to figure out how to post the logo and all that jazz.

I’m tired because yesterday was spent among tears and photos at my sister’s house, where my momma spent the last four years of her life. Three of those years were spent fighting breast cancer. Of course, none of us get out alive, and momma passed on August 22 of this year, less than three weeks before the birth of her first great-grandbaby. She was 71.

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Breast cancer is a formidable adversary. Momma underwent chemo first, then surgery, then radiation. It was Stage 3 (out of 4) when it was first diagnosed; chances were not good that she was going to beat it, but she sure gave it her all. After a very short time of remission, it recurred, and this time, it would have what it wanted. Again with the chemo — but in the end, it spread to brain, lung and liver.

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This is very difficult for me to talk about. The last 65 days since her death have been spent in a daze, if I’m to be totally truthful here. I honestly don’t have the stamina at the moment to become an advocate for early breast cancer detection, free mammograms, or to raise awareness. I wear my pink bracelet and right now that’s about all I have energy for.

I look at my breasts as loaded weapons.

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October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. You know what you need to do — click on the above link to help women who can’t afford mammograms, get your OWN mammogram, and self-exam.

Every day is Breast Cancer Awareness Day for some of us. Please, do what you can.

Pretty In Pink

Tags: Breast cancer, momma, National Breast Cancer Awareness Month