What happened to the strong bald lady?

It’s July and almost 2 years since my cancer diagnosis. I look back to a year ago and think I was probably doing better then than I am now. This damn cancer has made me one of the walking wounded.

Physically I am doing well. I am sleeping well and eating well. All my blood work is normal. I am still running a lot, probably just as many total miles as I was before cancer. I just can’t run as fast or as far as I used to. My body just can’t do what it could do before. I’m sure getting older has a part in it, but I think probably all the cancer treatment has just affected me. For the most part I don’t let this bother me too much. But every once in a while I get a little angry that cancer robbed that from me.

We’ve had an awful lot of challenges in our family over the last year, and I haven’t handled it all that well. I think I handled all the cancer stuff better because it was just happening to me. About the only thing I had control over was my reaction to it, and I kept that under control pretty well because I don’t think I would have made it if I hadn’t stayed strong. I had to stay strong for myself and my family, so I did.

Now I find I am pretty much a weenie when it comes to any challenge whatsoever.  I crumble at the slightest hardship. What happened to the strong bald lady?

Someone mentioned to me that cancer survivors can be victims of PTSD. At first I brushed that off. But the more I think of it, perhaps there is an element of PTSD to my reaction. I certainly don’t want to compare my experience with someone who has serious PTSD, but I think I see some elements of it.

I’m still having a lot of issues with side effects from the tamoxifen I am on. I wish I could talk freely about them because I think there are many women out there suffering in silence with these same issues I am having. Perhaps if we brought them to light and talked about them openly, these issues could get some attention and we could get some help for them. I’m too embarrassed to talk about them. So I join all the others suffering in silence.

I recently saw both my PCP and my oncologist. I talked with them about these side effects. Neither of them were very sympathetic. They have pretty much told me I need to be on this medication and there’s not much they can do to help me with the side effects. I lamented to one of them something like, damn cancer, it’s taken many things away from me. She said to me, “Yes, but they got you all fixed up. It’s a small price to pay.”

I wanted to say, hey, wait a minute, I’ve paid a lot of prices. I think it was a pretty big price. Yes, I’m alive. I’m grateful for that. I’m grateful for all the treatment I’ve been able to receive. That doesn’t stop me from wishing I could be the way I was before. And I think I’m entitled to mourn that a little.

It’s been a couple of weeks, and I’m still angry about that “small price to pay” comment. I’m trying to take my own advice and cut her some slack. People don’t realize some of the things they say and how they sound. But man, that comment pissed me off.

I keep writing in this blog because I find that it helps me to be honest about the struggles I’m having. I get a little tired of going around pretending like everything’s okay. So this gives me an outlet to express these things without burdening people. I figure only the ones who want to hear about it will read, and those who don’t won’t read, so I’m not burdening anyone with my problems. I thank my close friends who are good listeners and let me confide in them.

Thanks for reading, friends. 🙂


Warning…….whining ahead…

I wish I could say life has been pretty normal around here. I haven’t had to go to the cancer doctor, or any other doctor for that matter, other than a trip to the ophthalmologist, so that’s been a huge relief.

But life just keeps on coming. Seems like as soon as one problem is over another one comes along. Or better yet, they overlap.

I remember writing in a previous blog that any day I didn’t have to go to the hospital or the chemo clinic was a pretty good day.

I guess it’s not quite as simple as that.

I’ve been a bit overwhelmed with life and all its challenges lately. I find I don’t have much to say in this blog because most of what wants to come out of my mouth, or my keyboard, is whining. And I don’t like sounding whiny. I know I have a lot to be grateful for, and I have wonderful people in my life. So this overwhelming desire I have to be whiny just feels so indulgent and selfish.

At the same time, I want to be real. Life is not easy. Sometimes things are hard. And I want to be honest about my feelings.

I was reminded recently by a young friend that a lot of people struggle with life and its challenges. I am not alone in this. My young friend wrote an extremely candid blog post about her struggle with anxiety and depression since her teenage years. (You can read her blog post here.) She reminded me that speaking out about our struggles resonates with others who have similar challenges. This allows us to realize we are not alone and also to seek support.

So with her influence, I am speaking out.

Life is not fun sometimes.

It seems the older I get, the more complicated life gets. When I was younger, I thought life would get simpler. Nope.

I am kind of tired of being so stressed out that daily functioning is difficult sometimes. I felt this way back when I was going through my surgeries. Once the surgeries were done, I felt somewhat better because at least I knew what to expect and what was going to happen. I knew I had to go through chemo. I knew I had to go through a whole year of Herceptin infusions. I knew I just had to put my head down and get through it. Just generally knowing what to expect helps.

When I have to deal with a lot of unknowns, I get stressed out. When I don’t know what is going to happen, I get worked up. When I don’t see resolution in sight, I start to panic. I find myself in this situation frequently nowadays.

The only thing I know to do is to get my Bible out, read, and pray. I get comfort from this. But I am still afraid. I know I’m not supposed to be afraid, but I am. I’m supposed to trust God. But I’m having a hard time with it.

I’m pissed off because I’m on this medication that has given me a lot of side effects that I have to deal with. It affects my hormones, and I have to believe this is contributing to my overall irritability and emotions. I just want to quit taking the crap, but that would be against medical advice, and I don’t feel comfortable with that.

The other ways I deal with the stress is to run a whole lot and read a whole lot. I am doing a lot of both of these things. I praise the Lord that my body can run because it is such a huge blessing. A friend of mine who is even more of a running fanatic than me was recently told he cannot run at all due to a medical condition. I’ve had my share of “medical conditions,” but at least I can run. Thank you, God.

I am reading a ton, and it is such good therapy for me. It’s a relief to be able to immerse myself in another world for a few minutes or hours and forget all that I have going on.

I think another thing I have in play here is that before my cancer diagnosis I was a pretty optimistic person. In fact, I had no idea just how optimistic I was until I went through that. The whole time I was being followed by radiology for my suspicious mammograms, I didn’t really worry about it much at all. The radiologist told me he thought it was okay, and I believed him. I went back to living life and really didn’t dwell on it too much. Me get cancer? Nah, not me.

I was wrong.

I now realize that yes, I can get cancer. Yes, bad stuff can happen. I don’t know why I didn’t think it would happen to me. But it can and does and just might.

So I have to learn to deal with this life stress. The older I get the more complicated life becomes, so I guess I better get used to it. In the meantime, until I figure out a better way, I will run, read, read my Bible, and pray.

Hanging on to my bravery…..

I haven’t written anything in quite a while.

I’m afraid that my nerve may be going away a little bit.

Now that all my treatment is over, life is a lot more normal, and I’m finding myself returning to the old mindset.

There are certain aspects of living with a medical crisis of sorts that made me live life in a different way and in a way that I wish I could hold on to.

It made me brave. I didn’t really care what others thought about me. I had WAY too many bigger things to worry about.

It made me realize that my thoughts and feelings are valid, whatever they might be. I’m not always right about everything, and I don’t know everything. But I am entitled to my thoughts and feelings. If others don’t like them, I can’t really worry about that. I have to be true to me. And my thoughts and feelings are just as valid as anybody else’s.

It made me realize that if somebody doesn’t like my opinions, thoughts, or feelings or agree with them, that’s okay. No need to get all mad or upset. It’s okay to agree to disagree. And still be friends.

It made me realize that I really can’t waste time on things I have no control over. I can help with what I can do, but I have to let the rest go. And it really doesn’t make sense to worry about things that “might” happen but probably won’t. There will be plenty of time for worrying about it when and if it actually happens.

It made me realize that many people out there are hurting and suffering from all kinds of different things. I don’t know what’s going on with other people a lot of the time. So I should show them the same grace that God has shown me.

I am hanging on to a lot of these “realizations,” but I find that maybe I am not as brave to talk about them as I was before. I want to keep talking about them because I find when I am honest about my thoughts and ideas something about that resonates with other people. There’s almost always a kindred spirit or two out there who will reach out to me about something I’ve written that spoke to them.

There’s so much fake stuff in this world. People trying to put up some facade of being some certain way or having the perfect life or doing all the great stuff. Facebook can sometimes be a contest to see who has the best and most perfect life.

I have a great life but it’s not perfect. I think about a lot of things on a deeper level than I ever used to. I find when I share these things with others, we connect.

I have a lot of ideas for things to write about. I just need to keep the “brave” thing going and write about them.

Thanks for listening, friends. 🙂

My Oscar acceptance speech……

When I reflect back on everything that I’ve been through in the last year and a half, I am so grateful for all my family and friends who have helped and supported me. There are many whose support has been important to me and who went way above and beyond to help me. So many people brought me meals during chemo, and some of you brought me MANY meals. I had a few people bring me meals whom I had not even met before, but they heard about me and wanted to help out. So many of you sent e-mails and texts to encourage me. I got gifts like hats in the mail for my bald head. I got Edible Arrangements. I got flowers. I got a bunch of stuff! People prayed for me. There are many others of you who helped me, and I am grateful for your friendship. I am blessed.

I have to thank my family, who took great care of me and supported me through everything. Craig and Mom went to all my surgeries, waited for me, and took me home after. Craig made sure I ate, changed my bandages, helped me get a bath, and fetched stuff for me when I was lying on the sofa. Mom stayed with me after surgeries, cooked meals for us, did laundry, and came and stayed with me during chemo when Craig had to travel for work. Craig, Drew, and Jackson went to chemo with me. Kelsey sent me flowers, messages, and texts, which is a good thing because the boys aren’t too good at sending messages. My extended family sent cards and messages and visited. Thank you to my beautiful family. I love you guys so much.

Thank you to my Three Musketeers, Deb, Don, and Paige, my best friends. Deb, Don, and Beth were always bringing stuff over, food, flowers, gifts, meals. Deb and Don both ran or walked with me during treatment, always going at my pace, just to keep me company and spend time with me. Paige organized all the meals that people brought to the house, and she hosted me at her beautiful mountain home several times for relaxing weekend getaways. This was good time for me to get refreshed after going through everything. All three of these friends went to chemo with me. Thank you so much, guys, for taking care of me and being my friends. I love you guys.

Thanks to all the folks on my text update list. Thanks for caring enough to ask to be on the list, for wanting to know what was going on with me, and for praying for me.

My friend, Aprille, also brought many meals and let Craig and I enjoy her beautiful cabin at Leatherwood for a weekend during my chemo treatment. Thanks for being my friend, Aprille.

Thanks to Fredda for the many bouquets of flowers, your many texts and visits to the house, and the food. When something challenging happens for me, you always reach out and make me know that you care. And I know you do this for many in our community. Thanks for being my friend.

Thanks to the Rock Hill Striders – Luanne and Avery, Angie and Seth, Earl and Bonnie, Ed and Blair, Scott and Mary Ann, Hope and Jose, Erica and Todd, Jay and Leah, Don and Beth, Dan, Geary, Jeff, Ed, Katie, and Jennifer. You guys brought many meals and supported me with your positive words and inquiries about me. Luanne was always bringing me my favorite things from Panera, and she cooked us many fabulous meals including a particularly memorable roasted prime rib that was delicious! Angie brought me too many meals to count and was always texting me with positive words. I also could talk to her about my medical issues and get her advice and ideas. Thanks for listening, Angie. Ed Moore even missed his evening run one day to bring me a meal with Blair. I know what a sacrifice that was. 🙂 Mary Ann brought snacks to the hospital for every surgery so Craig and Mom wouldn’t be hungry while waiting. Everybody else brought meals and always asked how I was. Don, Angie, and Ed Kelly ran or walked with me on many a Sunday, sacrificing their own run to go at my pace. Thanks for being our second family, guys.

Thanks to my mountain running buddies for being my friends and for the gifts and messages. Thanks for treating me to a fun weekend at Black Mountain during my chemo treatment! Thanks Dennis, Lou, Doug, Martha, Beth, Beth, Phyllis, Don, Ed, and Alan.

Thank you to the many, many people in my community who brought meals for me after my surgeries and during chemo. This was so helpful for us. We were able to freeze many leftovers and, therefore, had even more meals to pull out for later. Many of you did not even know me beforehand, but you brought a meal to me, a stranger. Thank you. Thanks to my dear friend, Paige, for organizing all the meals. Thanks to my neighbors, especially Butch and Lisa Cowart and Ken and Lyn Evans, who brought meals, snacks, and took care of Carolina for us when we needed help.

Thanks to Fort Mill Fast Feet. I am not a member of your group, but many of you reached out to me and ministered to me with meals and words of encouragement. There were a few of you who did not even know me before this, but you reached out to me anyway. I thank you for your support and cherish the new friendships I’ve made.

I received many, many cards from people, and I thank everyone who sent them. They were always encouraging to me. I have to single out Mrs. Nettie Sibley from Fairfax who sent me more cards than I can count. For a while there I think I was receiving at least one card a week from Mrs. Nettie. Thank you, Mrs. Nettie.

I thank the people of Fairfax First Baptist Church and the people of Unity Presbyterian Church in Fort Mill for the cards and prayers. Your support meant a lot to me.

I’ve had excellent medical care, and I’ve had a lot of wonderful nurses and doctors who took care of me through everything. When you’re going through something like this, it is so comforting when people in the medical community treat you like more than just another patient. I know this must be hard for them as they see so many people with all kinds of problems. But I had a few medical providers who really showed their concern and care for me, and this really meant a lot to me. I have to single out my surgeon, Dr Corey Crain, who took such excellent care of me. He spent so much time with me in his office going over everything, explaining things to me, drawing me diagrams, etc. He would ask me how I was doing emotionally and how Craig was handling things (not many of the medical people ask this or even want to know). He called me personally on the phone many, many times to talk with me about the decisions we had to make. He did not delegate this to someone else. He called me personally. When he said he was going to call, he did. I didn’t do any waiting around because I was forgotten, like was my experience with some other providers. He welcomed me getting a second opinion if I felt that was necessary, and he called and consulted with other doctors about my case and then passed that information on to me in a timely manner, pretty much immediately. Dr Crain will always be special to me. There was also a nurse anesthetist at Piedmont who took special care of me. Before my mastectomy the nurses had difficulty getting my IV in. After a couple of attempts they quickly called in the “posse,” and I had several medical personnel around my bed that morning trying to get my IV in as painlessly as possible. This nurse anesthetist took charge of the situation and supervised getting the job done. I had to spend the night in the hospital that night, and she visited me the next morning, a Saturday, just to check on me. I appreciated her concern and care for me. This really stood out to me. I wish I had gotten her name so I could do a better job of thanking her. Also thanks to Deb, one of the nurses in the chemo clinic at Levine Cancer Institute-Rock Hill, who took care of me all throughout my chemo and Herceptin treatment. I saw Deb every 3 weeks for almost a year, so she got to feeling like family to me. I always knew I was in good hands with Deb, and she was always there with a friendly face and a hug when I needed it despite the fact that she was always working so hard.

I have had excellent support during my cancer ordeal, and I am grateful for all my friends and family. Thanks for getting me through one of the toughest times of my life. I’m glad to be on the other side of things, and I’m enjoying life!

Enjoy your life, too, friends. 🙂

Terri Marshall

A football lament from a mediocre fan…..

I’ve never been a huge football fan. At best I guess I was a mediocre fan. I would watch a few key games. I had my teams that I pulled for. I would attend a game or two each season maybe. Some years I was more into it than others.

Craig went to Wake Forest and South Carolina, so we generally pull for those two college teams. I have a lot of family connections to Georgia, so I sort of pull for them, too, when they’re not playing Carolina.

I started getting disenchanted with the college football scene several years ago when I felt like the Carolina-Clemson rivalry thing was getting just too nasty. I guess it’s always been nasty, but I was noticing it more within my friends and family, and rather than being done sort of teasingly or jokingly, I thought the comments being made were getting pretty nasty. I think the icing on the cake of this for me was when I had a family member call me a “Shamecock” in addition to a lot of other negative verbal back-and-forth.

For some reason, that just hurt my feelings, the fact that my family member would not just be polite for my sake because I was family, no I had to be called out. That Clemson-Carolina rivalry was thicker than blood, I guess. Clemson was more important than family.

I think it’s a lot of fun to have a favorite team and root for them and want them to win. When you do this with no regard for general manners and politeness to others around you, I think it gets a little out of hand for my taste. By all means, root for your team, but does that mean you have to call the other team and their fans nasty names? Most of us in the South were raised with manners. Our mamas would skin us alive if we didn’t say “ma’am,” “sir,” “please,” and “thank you.” But for some reason, when it comes to that Carolina-Clemson thing, a lot of folks throw all that good Southern breeding right out the window like it doesn’t apply anymore.

During college football season my FB feed is filled with all this football stuff. Some people don’t have anything else to do on a Saturday but give you the play-by-play on their FB status for whatever game they’re watching. If you do this, I have a message for you. Those of us who aren’t watching don’t care. And those who do care are already watching the game along with you. So they don’t need the play-by-play.

What really drives me absolutely batty are those fans who will fill up their FB feed with negative comments ABOUT THEIR OWN TEAM. They will bash the coaches by name, the players by name. I mean, really? You’re supposed to be a fan? I find this ridiculous. And bashing 18-year-old college students, kids really, just bothers me.

This past week’s firing of Coach Mark Richt at Georgia has really put the icing on the cake of why I just don’t enjoy football anymore. Coach Richt has a 145-51 record. He just finished a season at 9-3. In what world does a coach with those kind of statistics get fired? Not to mention that everybody, fans and rivals alike, wholeheartedly agrees that he is a fine man of great character. But no, that does not matter in the world of college football. Only NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIPS matter.

It’s almost like once a school wins a national championship, nothing else is ever good enough for them anymore. I remember going to a party at someone’s house where they had their team’s game on. The team lost the game. Party over. I mean, we didn’t care about the game, but we couldn’t hang around the party anymore because those fans weren’t fit for company.

When the outcome of a game determines whether you have a good day or a bad day, I think you need to do some re-evaluating of some priorities or something. Talk about a first-world problem. I mean, it’s okay to be disappointed, but great day, move on after 15 minutes or so.

I find that some schools seem to have a more healthy football “culture” and others seem to take it way overboard. We always enjoy going to Wake games. Wake has a great football culture. They have a great tailgaiting scene and many pregame traditions that are a lot of fun. Everybody parties before the game, and if the team wins, wonderful! If they don’t, oh well, let’s go back to our car and party some more! Whoo hoo! Nobody’s pouting too much over whether the game was won or lost.

Craig and I at Wake Forest with Craig's college roommate and fraternity brother, Jim Reiman, and his wife, Liz.

Craig and I at Wake Forest with Craig’s college roommate and fraternity brother, Jim Reiman, and his wife, Liz.

We have found the same kind of thing at Appalachian State, where our son attends. We weren’t sure what football would be like at this level, but they have a lot of hardcore fans and a wonderful tailgating tradition. Like at Wake, everybody has fun, win or lose. Nobody’s wasting much energy on whether the game was won or lost. I find this kind of football atmosphere to be much more enjoyable than the cut-throat win-or-die atmosphere at some schools.

Tailgating at App State game with Drew and Jackson, 2013.

Tailgating at App State game with Drew and Jackson, 2013.

I know there are many of you out there who will disagree with what I’m saying. I just don’t “understand,” you might say. Well, I don’t and I don’t want to. Got better things to spend my time and energy on.

I don’t find the NFL to be any more fun really. I’m a mediocre Panthers fan. I pull for them because they’re my home team. But, boy do I get tired of hearing all the anguish from the Panthers fans. I know I don’t understand because life for me doesn’t hinge on football, but great day. I have a friend who is a Patriots fan, and he’s one of those who will give you the play-by-play on Sunday. Ugh.

I have found all the hoopla around Cam Newton to be pretty entertaining this season, so there’s that. He is always saying or doing something to stir people up, and that thing with the mom who wrote him the letter about how he was not a good role model for her daughter was kind of funny. And then he tore the Cheesehead’s sign down. At least Cam makes it interesting!

I actually like Cam. I think he’s the kind of guy who speaks his mind, has his own unique sense of style, and wears his emotions on his sleeve. Love him or hate him, he’s his own person, and he doesn’t try to be anyone but himself. He’s young and impulsive, he sometimes does things or says things he shouldn’t do or say. But I admire him for being genuine and not apologizing for being himself. I also know about the good deeds he does in the Charlotte community that only fans like us know about, so that makes me more apt to forgive him when he might not always do or say the right thing.

Guess I got off track there a little bit, but my point is that I don’t find pro football too much fun either, but I thank Cam for at least making it interesting for us mediocre Panthers fans!

My die-hard football friends will disagree with much of what I’ve said, but, sadly, this is where I am. I’ll probably continue to turn the games on the TV on the weekends, but I’ll probably keep my nose in my book while they’re going on.

“Everything happens for a reason.” Really?…..

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about words and things people say and how they affect me and others.

I’ve read several articles recently by people who have had cancer on the topic of “what not to say to people with cancer.” This usually includes a list of cliche-like things people say when they don’t know what else to say. Things that some of these folks find bothers them. They usually have a long list.

No wonder people sometimes avoid others when they’re going through tough times because they don’t know what to say. You never know what’s going to bother somebody.

Fact is, when you’re facing something upsetting in your life, doesn’t have to be cancer, a lot of things people say can rub you the wrong way. Just about anything can be taken out of context. And nobody else knows what you’re really going through, so they can’t truly empathize.

There were times when I was going through my cancer treatment that people said things that bothered me. Mostly these comments were related to them thinking my medical care wasn’t good enough. Which didn’t help me when I was in the middle of making a lot of hard decisions.

And then there’s that thing people say a lot. “Everything happens for a reason.” I don’t think anyone said that to me while I was in cancer treatment, but I remember someone saying it to me years ago after I had a miscarriage. And I didn’t find it helpful then.

I don’t believe that “everything happens for a reason.” I think we live in a fallen world, and shit happens. And shit does not always happen for a reason. As a Christian, I believe that God can work for my good in all things, including the shitty things. (Romans 8:28). That does not mean they happen for some reason or that He made it happen for a reason. Shit happens because this world is warped, but God can work good in the bad things. I know this as fact because I’ve seen it happen in my own life.

So I hate to add my own lecture to the “things not to say to people,” but here it is: Don’t say “everything happens for a reason.” Even if you believe that, it’s not helpful to others in the middle of something hard.

When I read those articles about “things not to say to people,” they come across so bitter. I don’t want to be bitter. I don’t want to be taking offense to everything people say. I am trying to make myself realize that most people really are trying to be helpful, even if they don’t say the right thing. So the key is to look at the heart. If the person’s heart is good and they still say something that bothers me, I can acknowledge that, let it bother me for a few minutes, but then move on quickly. Don’t dwell on it. The person did not mean it that way.

I need to work on the moving on quickly part.

I am not perfect. Others are not perfect. I need to work on letting things go. I really don’t have time to be stewing over petty things. Life is too short and precious.

Have a great weekend, friends!


A final word on Pinktober…….

It’s the end of October, so I am going to have one more word before I step off my pink soapbox. If you’ve read my previous posts with my thoughts on Breast Cancer Awareness Month and the associated activities, I thank you for reading, especially if breast cancer is not an issue you feel especially connected to. I am going to try not to write about these issues again until maybe next year at this time, but I’m not promising anything. 🙂

I’ve already spoken about how I do not support Susan G. Komen For the Cure, mainly because of their minimal support for research, which is the only thing that will actually bring about the cure that is a part of their name. I have also spoken about how I think we’ve been sold the idea (and Komen has played a major role in this, too) that mammography is the answer to breast cancer, when, in fact, mammography has some serious negative consequences as a screening tool. I think we can and should look for better screening and not cling to old guidelines when they are proven not to be working. Once again, research is what can bring this about.

During October and even throughout the rest of the year, we are inundated with opportunities to support “breast cancer.” Many times we are asked to donate money, and very little information is given about where the actual money goes.

Since I’ve been studying this issue, I’ve started paying attention when I get requests for money. I have found that breast cancer is not the only issue that can be vague about where the money goes. I would say this is true about a lot of fundraising activities out there. So my advice is to pay attention when you donate money and make sure it goes where you want it to go. And if you are sponsoring or promoting an event that is collecting donations for charity, any charity, be VERY CLEAR about where the donated money will go and what it will be used for. If you’re asked to donate to a national organization, check their rating on Charity Watch or Charity Navigator. You’ll find that some of these national organizations don’t do a very good job with our money. Often they have too many administrative and fundraising costs in relation to what they actually spend on their programs. Others are excellent stewards of our money. Support the organizations that do a good job with this.

Also, if a particular issue is near to your heart, look for local charities that support your issue. A lot of times the local organizations are the ones on the front lines doing the actual work and usually do so with limited overhead costs and lots of volunteer support. Seek them out and donate to them. For example, back to the breast cancer issue, if you are interested in supporting screening for breast cancer for women who cannot afford screening, seek out a local charity that provides this service rather than donating to Komen. In our own York County, the York County Free Clinic offers mammograms to residents in our home county (not in Charlotte) who meet their financial eligibility requirements.

There are so many pink products out there or products with pink ribbons on them that claim to be giving proceeds to breast cancer charities. Before you buy pink, check these out carefully and make sure you know where your money is going. I’ve been surprised at how hard it is sometimes to find out what portion of proceeds for products like this actually go toward a charity and what the charity is.

One last thought: I find that the silliness that goes along with some of this breast cancer “awareness” really bothers me. This photo below is an example:


I got this from the Komen Facebook page. Really? Maybe I’m being humorless. It’s just that after all I’ve been through, I find it hard to laugh at dogs with bras and pink balloons for boobs. My boobs are long gone.

It’s really not about saving the boobs or the tatas or second base or any of that. It’s about saving lives. And that’s the bottom line.