Pinktober is (finally) winding down. I survived and did not buy anything pink but I did get Halloween candy (which is hidden to ensure its survival until Sunday). But there is something more we can do in October. If you haven't, I suggest you donate to breast cancer research, not awareness. Don't buy something pink with a portion going to breast cancer research but send something directly to the Breast Cancer Research Foundation (www.bcrf.org) or go to breast-cancer-research.com and find another research based charity to donate.
In addition, this was sent to me by a friend who got it from a friend who got it off a message board somewhere. Make Sunday October 31, your day of remembrance as well.
Breast Cancer Awareness Month is winding down. I'm relieved it's over with and glad that I succeeded in some small way of creating more awareness for metastatic breast cancer. I will start earlier next year and build on what I've learned.
But I've also decided to create my own holiday: Breast Cancer Remembrance Day. On Oct, 31, the final day of Breast Cancer Awareness Month, I will remember the friends and family I have lost to this disease. It's Sunday, so I will light a candle for them and say some prayers.
I will wear black, not for its funeral implications but for its simple dignity, a quality that has been sadly lacking these past 30 pink saturated days.
At 8:45 that night I will go outside with a flashlight. I'll think of the one in 8 U.S. women who will get breast cancer and the 45,000 who will die this year.
My eighth grade science teacher told us if you turned on a flashlight and pointed it toward the sky the photons leave the flashlight and they immediately start to spread out. Provided that they don't hit anything, each individual photon travels through space forever.
Time slows down as you approach the speed of light.
I'll think of those whose time was all too brief and I'll hope for brighter days ahead.
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