I am a 14-year member of the sisterhood of breast cancer community. We are not an exclusive club. Our sisterhood includes some men. We are from every race, age group and religion. Like any club, our sisterhood has population changes.
Advancements in breast cancer detection are increasing our membership totals. Advancements in medicine are allowing those with metastatic breast cancer to live longer. But since there is not a cure for breast cancer we are also a sisterhood with members missed by their deaths.
We are a community, a sisterhood that no one wants to become a member. Not one person says I want to grow up and get breast cancer so I can be part of this community!
We are a group who recognize each other in the grocery store with a shaved looking hair-do. We recognize our sisters in breast cancer as we walk through our doctors’ building or waiting rooms. Those of us on the other side of treatments are a beacon of hope to our sisters in the midst of treatments in the Oncologist’s office.
All October is breast cancer awareness month. A month wrapped in the color of pink. Pink to those of us in the sisterhood is the color of courage. It is the color of hope. It is the color of death and goodbyes.
As we go through the month of October and see the pink we recognize that the awareness of breast cancer is still and always will be an issue because there is no cure for breast cancer!
Those of us in the sisterhood of the breast cancer community hope to see a day when our numbers drop because a cure is found for this insidious disease. We hope and we pray our daughters, sisters, mothers, nieces and friends never join this community, this sisterhood.
Do you see the pink and feel the love, the sadness and the hope?