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I'm PTSD freaking out everytime I see something pink.

Author: Mother Cusser/Tuesday, October 7, 2014/Categories: Cussing

<<I know we're all progressive with pink these days, but he still looks like a kindergarten girl to me. 

Pink, pink, pink.

Pink is no longer just a girly, barbie color. It’s now the entire representation of the breast cancer awareness movement.


WE GET IT.  We should do regular exams. We should get regular mammograms.  We should exercise, eat right and make sure if we have a genetic relationship with breast cancer that we’re extra aware. 

But holy pink guacamole.  Shut up already. 

For those of us who are going in for a second mammogram. For those of us who may have to have an ultrasound.  For those of us who may be getting a lump looked at closer to determine what it may be if anything – I SAY SHUT UP BREAST CANCER AWARENESS.

I am one of those aforementioned people. I am awaiting my second mammogram appointment. It is already stressful enough, BCA.  I am already so AWARE OF BREAST CANCER that I am trying desperately to not let it be my all day every day thought process. 

I have children. I have a husband. I have to work, cook, and live my life while I wait for my follow up appointment.  But you, BCA continue to beat me over the head with your message of PINK. BE AWARE!!!! 


I can’t go anywhere this month without being confronted by BREAST CANCER AWARENESS.  My sons’ football games, they wore pink socks.  THE NFL is the worst offender of all. Every time I see a pink towel, hear a cancer testimonial, see the pink ribbon at the right of the score on the football game I want to scream.  It reminds me of my pending mammogram. It reminds me that I need to be afraid.  It causes stress, anxiety and frustration. The REFS are wearing pink wrist bands. We see football players in pink socks, laces, hair ribbons…(I made the ribbons part up, but if you saw it you know you wouldn’t be shocked in the least).  There are constant commercials in between the NFL games that are testimonials. Women who found lumps. Women who got regular mammograms and FOUND SOMETHING.

We know about the 5k races. We know about the 10k races. We know about the marches in Washington.  Now we are forced to endure an entire month of BREAST CANCER AWARNESS. PINK PINK PINK.

BREAST CANCER AWARENESS stress is going to give me breast cancer.

I know awareness is important. But this is ridiculous.  I can’t even watch a FOOTBALL GAME without being reminded of my next mammogram appointment.  By the time I get there next week I’m going to have seen another 8230970294587209485720985740 reminders of BREAST CANCER AWARENESS. I’m going to be a nervous wreck.

And today, the Facebook campaign that really made me mad was the “Set your TaTas free on October 13th,” campaign. REALLY?  What man invented this one?  Good move, Steve.  It’s working.  On October 13th women everywhere will be bouncing around uncomfortably all day long.   Bring your camera!  And women, be respectful of your body.  They are not “ta tas,” they are “fun balloons.”  Geez.

So then I went to Cancer.gov and found this: “If the current incidence rate stays the same, a woman born today has about a 1 in 8 chance of being diagnosed with breast cancer at some time during her life. On the other hand, the chance that she will never have breast cancer is 87.6 percent, or about 7 in 8.” 

So I have an 87.6 percent chance of NOT HAVING BREAST CANCER??  Good lawd – did you know that??  With the aggressive BREAST CANCER AWARENESS campaign shoving scary messages into my football game hotdog and nachos I had no idea.

I'm going to keep watching football. NFL and my sons' games. I'm going to wear a bra on October 13th because my coworkers don't need to see me flopping around in the breeze.  I may run a 5k but that's because it's a good excuse to run and stay in shape. 

I get the idea behind BREAST CANCER AWARENESS but it's gone too far.  We need to start a BREAST CANCER AWARENESS - AWARENESS campaign.  In it we will all wear jester hats and shoes with bells on them.  Every time a bell rings, it will remind people that sometimes campaigns can be a little ridiculous and can go too far. 

The slogan will be, "If you're ears are ringing, stop listening."




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10/7/2014 6:59 AM

I agree mother 100%. I think the pink campaign is way too long! I definitely think it has worked and has raised money and brought awareness. And I am proud of the women who have survived it. I think that one week for the pink and maybe another color and week for obesity and another week and color for ovarian cancer, etc. Fortunately, the breast cancer death rates are decreasing. However, these other diseases are increasing. It is time to move on.



10/7/2014 8:07 AM

Heart Disease is the NUMBER ONE killer of women in the world. It's killing women younger and younger, those with boobs and without boobs. Those with children and without children. Yet I don't see any particular month where we tell stores to ban sales of Twinkies, Pepsi and Marlboros and tell women to "stop stuffing yourself with crap in awareness of the disease that's killing more women then cancer".

Oh yeah and that "pink" can of Campbell's soup is full of BHA's that have shown to cause cancer...and crappy processed foods are linked to obesity.

Hmmmm... maybe those two diseases are related? Gosh wouldn't that be something. I'll go drink a pink 5-hour Energy drink and ponder it...



10/7/2014 1:41 PM

I, for one, think that yes awareness IS definitely important. But... Susan G. Komen (the main "pinkwasher") COMPLETELY misuses the funds she collects. Being the mom to an INFANT that died of cancer, I know other cancer mom's on fb who have received Cease and Desist letters from Komens legal team for using the term "for a cure" in their much smaller non -profits name. That is NOT in any way shape or form curing cancer. And everyone knows about October and saving second base, But how many know September is childhood Cancer awareness month? Sadly only those of us unfortunate enough to have a beloved kid with cancer. Did you know that only 4 percent of the American cancer societies funds go to finding cures for childhood cancers? Or that everyday in America 47 kids are diagnosed with cancer and 7 die. EVERY DAMN DAY? Or that Cancer is the #1 disease that kills kids but is like #10 for adult women? I'm just so confused as to why boobs are more important than babies in this country.


Mother Cusser

10/8/2014 6:51 AM

Michelle, I am so sorry for your loss and simply cannot imagine what it must be like to see the overload of pink when you have the story that you have.

I did not know that about September and am glad that you have given me this knowledge.

Thank you for sharing your experiences with me and with us. I speak for all of us when I say we all wish you the best. Thanks for being here.




A wonderful woman

10/7/2014 7:21 PM

I have had a diagnosis. It was so mind blowing that it took me 3 days to realize how it would affect my children. I struggled with making plans for the future and living in the now. I do not want to hear or see all of that either pink either. It's the emotional part that it stirs up in me. My children need me to be present and happy. The pink stuff just represents sadness, illness, and turmoil.

No thank you.


Mother Cusser

10/14/2014 9:24 AM

Hey there A Wonderful Woman,

I am sorry that you've had to deal with this. The trauma of discovering a cancer is painful enough and having to endure a pinkathon everywhere you look must be devastating on top of it.

Please stick with us and let me know how you're doing. If I can do anything to help you, I will. At the very least, I hope that I am making you laugh when you feel like laughing.





10/13/2014 4:25 AM

I'm sorry that you're going through this. I think the waiting for results and not knowing if you have cancer is harder than the actual diagnosis. I hope you get an "all clear" from the second mammogram, but if you do get bad news, I know you'll find the strength to go through the treatment.

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