Tag Archives: Pinktober
Pinkification pukification here we come. Yes tomorrow marks the onslaught of putrid pink things because you know breast cancer is so pink and frothy and light, right? Like fuzzy bunnies, Barbie, and cotton candy,right? I hate #pinktober. The world gets … Continue reading
When Susan G. Komen co-opts even your eggs, it means enough of Pinktober. Here’s hoping the chickens that lay the eggs are not pink now too….
Pinktober is here. All hail badly tinted food , food products, booze, you name it. Heck even Manolo Blahnik has designed special pink shoes – I cannot make this stuff up click here. I will no longer drool over Manolos. I … Continue reading
There are things I find unnecessary in this rah-rah month of Pinktober. Take for example the photo floating around on Facebook (above). What will liking this photo do for breast cancer? What will liking this photo do for breast cancer survivors? When … Continue reading
This post has nothing to do with breast cancer. Or maybe it does. I don’t really know. I have decided it is easier getting a referral for one of my plentiful breast cancer related doctor appointments then it is getting … Continue reading
Today is not only the first day with tamoxifen in my system, it is also six months since I received that phone call saying I had breast cancer. An anniversary, another milestone, a new step forward. Lordy, must some days … Continue reading