Geez. Has everything turned pink? I've seen pink hammers, pens, pink-dyed white chocolate covered strawberries, socks, toilet scrubbers--I'm pinked out.
I've finished all the treatment for breast cancer just in time for thirty one days of breast cancer awareness--I'm chronically aware.
I know, I know, this month of awareness will save lives and gains research dollars. I'm grateful. But are we hyper-aware, or is it just me?
I will admit, since my diagnosis, I've become a compulsive-handwashing-or-germ-gel-cleansing-internal checking (please let my blood counts be normal!)-external-checking-(oh my god! Is that lump on my thigh? Please let it be a fatty tumor, not a TUMOR!!)-hypochondriac.
Here's the problem. We are hyper pro-active on prevention and detection, but no one tells us what to do, how to handle the diagnosis until it's too late.
It's a kick in the gut. It's a "someone else take the wheel" moment.
Are we more aware or are we more afraid? We're training women to be good detectives, but once caught, what's next?
What do you do if it happens to you? How do we prepare women for the possibility of a breast cancer diagnosis?
