It is October. It is #BreastCancerAwarenessMonth. It is the month where so many talk about survivors and fighters. It is the month where people say how strong you are because you have cancer, or you had cancer, or you are fighting cancer.
October – the month I dread
Pink Ribbons are everywhere. People wear shirts that say “We Fight Together” – I saw this one yesterday at a fair I was working for the Breast Cancer Resource Center.
The pink ribbons paint a pretty picture. How people show every day how strong they are. How they proudly talk about beating cancer.
Women put on a brave face and head to the infusion rooms. They show their bald heads while smiling holding onto a metal rod on rolling wheels that holds the chemo they are receiving.
What they don’t show is the women who have had to face the fear again. When the cancer comes back and has now spread to other parts of the body. In my case, to my bones. For others, it could be bones, liver, brain, etc.
There is no ribbon for the women who have to continually face treatment because of metastatic breast cancer. Every hour, every day, every month, and fingers crossed every year is #BreastCancerAwarness. We live, eat and breath every day of lives.
Today I got a tattoo.
No, it is not a pink ribbon. No, it does not have anything to do with cancer. It says “Be not afraid!”
It is a reminder to me to live life to the fullest every day and to trust God.
The fear of what will happen, or when the cancer will spread more or to different places is a daily struggle. Most of you don’t see that from me because I put on the “happy face”. Most importantly, during this Pinktober, I want to remind you that it is not always sunshine and rainbows, but I know God gives me the strength to continue, not Pink Ribbons.