As October comes to a close, I would like to reflect on the power of pink. October is traditionally known as Breast Cancer Awareness month. However, did you know that the month of October is also National Down Syndrome Awareness month? How about SIDS Awareness month or that the first full week of October is Mental Illness Awareness week? Did you know October is also Domestic Violence Awareness month and National Chiropractic Health month? It’s okay, I didn’t know all of this either. A quick search online will provide an extensive list of awareness days, weeks, or even months. Unfortunately, for these important awareness events, National Breast Cancer Awareness tremendously overshadows them.
During the month of October you will see the color pink and the pink ribbon almost everywhere you look. There are hundreds of products being sold in stores and online. Many of those products will provide a portion of their sales to breast cancer research or programs. I’m all for these products to show their support. I’m all for letting the world know that breast cancer can very easily affect your mother, your sister, or even your daughter. After all, 1 in 8 women will be receiving a breast cancer diagnosis in their lifetime.
Pink, to me, involves a feeling. I see pink and I get a small, warm-fuzzy feeling creeping through me. As a breast cancer survivor, it gives me the most delightful feeling of love and support from the nation. I realize this movement is not a movement based off of me and my story, but of a desire to help those that we love most. It is a desire to see a stop to breast cancer, maybe not in our lifetime, but for our future generations.
Pink gives me hope. When I see it, it anchors me. It reminds me of what I have been through, what my family has survived, and what could very well happen to our daughters. Those are not necessarily pleasant thoughts to recall as often as I see the color pink, but it continues to give me hope. In fact, it’s that hope that motivates me, propelling me forward in fundraising for cancer research and becoming an advocate or sounding board for those that need it.
Think what you will about the pink ribbon and the over-abundance of pink in October. To me, I wear my pink proudly (and not just in October). It reminds me of where I have been and where I want to go. It reminds me to think about and pray for those suffering through their breast cancer journey. It continues to tell me to keep my chin up, stay positive, and look forward to the life in front of me. In my life, pink is amazingly powerful.
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