Thinkin’ Pink!

Yea, I Think Pink.  I can’t help it.  My DH even makes fun of me because if I see something with a Pink Ribbon in the store, I will make an effort to buy it, even if we don’t need it.  I saw in a magazine this awesome stand alone mixer that was PINK!  It was $300 though…I am not sure how much they would donate to BCR…but I would have bought it if I had the money!

I am not sure he understands my need to think and buy Pink.  To be honest I HATE the color pink…but when it comes to Breast Cancer I can’t help myself.  I think others think I am a little off my rocker with the Pink as well.  In case you haven’t read some previous posts I will give you a quick run down of my obsession with Pink.

One of my Aunts…my dad’s sister…was diagnosed with Breast Cancer a few years back.  They did a double mastectomy and thought she was was in the clear.  The active word there is THOUGHT.  Just last year in August of 2006 they found that the cancer had came back…and had spread.  It is on various organs now and they didn’t give her much time to live.  They are now giving her experimental treatments, but one of the most promising ones tended to give her such severe nose bleeds that she had to go to the hospital for transfusions.  When I ask my dad how she is he says she is a trooper…hanging in there and even still going to work despite the fact her hair has all fallen out and she is sick from the chemo.  She is a true inspiration for strength and faith.

I was always was into buying of Pink items until my Aunt was diagnosed.  Then it became a little obsession.  I buy Pink even if I don’t really like the item.  I bought a ton of Tic-Tacs once because they were Pink.  I made a few Cafe Press stores just for Breast Cancer Survivors and their families so I could try to generate more money to donate.  I haven’t gotten enough sales to get a check to donate the profits yet…so in the meantime I keep buying Pink things for myself.

Why do I bother?  Well, because even though it may not help my Aunt, maybe it will help someone else’s aunt or mom or sister or wife.   Maybe it will help me if I end up with this dread disease.

When I think of Breast Cancer I think of what it would be like to leave my son.  You know, when you become a mom you cease to think about YOU so much as your children.  Thoughts pop into my head of me dying and my son crying out for me and not being able to comfort him the special way moms tend to comfort.    I know I shouldn’t think about those things, the odds are it may  never happen to me.  Every time I think of my Aunt or others who have this disease, I think of the possibility of it for me.

That is why I Think Pink.  Because no child should be left motherless if I can help prevent it.