Fuck You, Cancer

On the first Saturday of October, I broke down and did something I've never done.  I went platinum.  And pink.  I have dark hair.

Did I do it for breast cancer awareness?

Fuck no.

I spend all year with awareness.  After all, I have only one breast now, thanks to cancer.

Nope, I did it because I wanted to.  The hospital I volunteer at has a policy against unnatural hair colors, etc.  But they do have a little leniency in October.

So, I took advantage of their leniency and had my hair bleached out and added some great pink color for shits and giggles.

I figured, if everyone else can have fun this month why can't I???

So back to cancer.

About this time last week my mother in law got admitted to the hospital.  She had previously been diagnosed with breast cancer about two years ago.  But today, she lies in a terminal state...it's cancer.  Cervical cancer they think.

It's things like this that get me bent out of shape with Pinktober.  Where are all the parties and tulip gardens for other cancer victims?  Sure, there is some teeny tiney appreciation I have for all the "advances" in breast cancer treatment.  But, what if I had been diagnosed with brain cancer?  Or cancer of the bladder or cervix?  Where is the outpouring of support for those diagnosed with other cancers who deserve just as much attention as breast cancer?

Oh, nevermind.  I said breast.

Fuck you, breast cancer.