Damned Pink RibbonsWoman in the Middle | February 2, 2013
You see them everywhere, those pink breast cancer ribbons. I always wonder how women who have had breast cancer feel about them. Does it make them warm and fuzzy that everyone is thinking about them? Or does it just remind them of something they would rather forget?
When it comes to the big and nasty things in life, I really don’t need to be reminded. Those subjects tend to muscle thier way into my brain with absolutely no help from anyone or anything, ribbons included. I agree that breast cancer needs to be studied and the number of deaths needs to be reduced. I suppose if it requires pink ribbons everywhere to accomplish that I can live with them. But I don’t have to like them.
I am especially aware of pink ribbons right now because of my recent brush with the Pink Ribbon Club. Back in December I had my regular (ok, not so regular recently) mameo and they saw “something.” So I got to enjoy the holidays with the specter of more tests hanging over my head. Joy. I had the tests done the first week in January and that little spot still looked suspicious. So next was the breast biopsy. I don’t like any medical procedures so the thought of having something done involving needles had my knickers in a twist. I also hated, absolutely HATED telling my girls that mom might have breast cancer. I hated that Hubby was having to worry about me. I hated that some insidious little rogue cells might get in the way of my plans, and I have plans, folks.
I am happy to report that I finally got the results of my biopsy and all is well. Nothing was found. I love that word “benign.” It is my favorite word right now. Benign. Benign. Benign. It just dances on the tongue!
I also want to tell all of you ladies to not fear the breast biopsy. Given the look of the machine they used to do it I was expecting a lot of unpleasantness. I am happy to report that there was only a minor amount of discomfort during the procedure, mainly related to the numbing shots, and there was no pain during or after the event.
Excuse me while I get on with those plans I mentioned!