pinktober

Then I learned why: it is cheap to use toxic petrochemicals, and expensive to reformulate products so they aren't toxic. Removing
At 45, my other friend, Isabela embraces her new-found beauty. I had my first thorough breast exam a few months ago, when
It's about time to trade our runway vanity for some conscious shopping. How about warming up our Fall wardrobe with a splash of pink to raise awareness and support breast cancer research ?
As time goes on, you'd think I'd feel further removed from it, but I don't. That's the cruel thing about cancer, it's the
I envision a world in which we live without fear of losing our breasts or our lives as a result of what we've eaten, touched or breathed because the environmental causes of breast cancer have been identified and eliminated.
"Breast cancer is not pink, it is not all about boobs and bras; breast cancer is terrifying and dangerous."
Rick Moranis. Hockey. Heathcare. Youpi. Oh, Canada. You are so underrated and awesome. In many ways -- in the states anyway -- our latest A-Sides guest is just that: underrated, awesome and -- yes -- Canadian.
I forgot what chemotherapy does to the body other than killing cancer cells.The memories, along with the side effects, have returned. The changes to my digestive system and my thinning hair have spoken loudly that "the cancer's back."
The "cancer club" that I so passionately tried to turn down my membership to is now my place for safety, strength, and encouragement. So how does Pinktober make me feel? It makes me feel honored and loved.
Every October I find myself wondering what's next. I find myself wondering what outlandish new breast cancer awareness campaign will surface. I wonder what new product will emerge transformed into its new temporary, tacky, pink version.
Every once in a while, amid the hoards of pink helium balloons and the girly hued guns, a campaign surfaces during Breast
When it comes to breast cancer, screw saving the ta-tas, boobies or second base. The primary concern should be removing the cancer from the woman's body, and oftentimes that means a single or double mastectomy. You know -- not saving the breasts.
People go around showing off their new pink swag like they're the bee's knees, but ask them what the symptoms of inflammatory breast cancer are, or if they've heard of triple negative breast cancer, or lymphedema, and you'll get a blank stare and a change of subject.
I don't care if they make a profit. I don't care if they make a huge profit. I don't care if they make a tiny profit. I don't care if some of them make no profit at all as long as October remains pink.
Lining other people's pockets in the name of breast cancer will not save our sisters living with metastatic cancer. Only research will do that.
With Pinktober full steam ahead, I want to come right out and say this: Pink Stinks. I am sick and tired of the pink ribbon, Pinktober and massive amounts of pink-washing products that line the shelves year after year.
How the hell is a "Save the Tatas" mug supposed to save a life? In truth, it should say, "Save your money, go home, get naked, and check yourself not just for lumps, but for ALL the signs and symptoms that could possibly indicate breast cancer."