Yes, yes, October is coming to a close and no doubt you’ve had the color pink shoved down your gullet and you’re feeling all bloated about it right now. Breast Cancer Awareness campaigns are pretty much the dumbest thing EVER—you are aware of breast cancer because you have ears and/or eyes and you have lived on this planet for more than a fortnight. We get it. Breast cancer exists. Mission Accomplished.
But not really.
The fact is this: either you or MULTIPLE people that you know are going to get diagnosed with breast cancer in your lifetime. It’s a disease that affects millions of people (I’m looking at you too, bros), and it is killing and has killed people every day. It has yet to skip a woman in my family and so when I say that this disease kills I am saying it might kill me. When I say this disease has taken the lives of many I am thinking about my grandmother and my grandmother’s sister. I am thinking about my aunt (who is a survivor) and my mother, who started treatment four short weeks ago, and I am thinking about my sister and I am thinking about her daughter and my aunt’s daughter.