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."
Our suspicions are confirmed.
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.
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
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.
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.
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."