On the Wings of Pink Angels by Dawn Colclasure
ABOUT THE BOOK:
have cancer.” These are words people dread hearing. But when worse
comes to worst, push comes to shove, something wonderful happens. More
people come together for support and encouragement. More people
participate in “Race for the Cure” events, and more people discover an
inner strength within themselves that they never knew they had before.
On the Wings of Pink Angels offers a gentle hand through this difficult
time, sharing stories that inspire hope, strength, gratitude and courage
during a time when someone must fight for his or her life against
Word Count: 32000
Pages to Print: 133
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Colclasure is a writer who lives in Oregon. Her articles, essays, poems
and short stories have appeared in several newspapers, anthologies,
magazines and E-zines. She is the author and co-author of over two dozen
books, among them Burning the Midnight Oil: How We Survive as
Writing Parents; 365 Tips for Writers: Inspiration, Writing Prompts and
Beat the Block Tips to Turbo Charge Your Creativity; Love is Like a
Rainbow: Poems of Love and Devotion; On the Wings of Pink Angels:
Triumph, Struggle and Courage Against Breast Cancer; A Ghost on Every
Corner; The Yellow Rose and her latest novels, Faded Reflection and Imprint.
National Breast Cancer Awareness Month
National Breast Cancer Awareness Month was founded in 1985 by a variety of health and medical organizations promoting the message of breast cancer awareness.
You can visit the site here: http://www.nbcam.org/
And here is the Wiki page:
Since its inception, businesses and charities across the globe have stepped up to do their part in the fight against breast cancer. Major corporations such as ValPak, Walmart and Lands End have participated in NBCAM in some form or another. They have distributed flyers and informational documents about breast cancer among employees and customers, created support groups to help those with breast cancer and created an in-house breast cancer screening program. Even the government has done its part in participating in NBCAM, by including a message about breast cancer on government employee pay stubs during the month of October.
Over the years, National Breast Cancer Awareness Month has been a month of challenges, inspiration, support—as well as controversy. A local breast imaging center in Eugene, Oregon started a “Make Time for the Girls” campaign during National Breast Cancer Awareness Month in 2010. The idea of calling breasts “the girls” was met with a public outcry, spurring many residents to complain to their local newspaper about such insensitivity. Still, the campaign persevered. Another year when NBCAM rolled around, many people on Facebook shared a status update saying, “Let’s find a cure for ALL cancers, not just breast cancer.” The purpose of National Breast Cancer Awareness Month is to promote awareness and support for anyone fighting for their life against breast cancer. Yes, we do want an end to ALL cancers one day, but let us remember that this special month was not created to slight the other cancers, or even to dismiss the struggles of those afflicted with other cancers. Let us march forward with our pink ribbons spreading the message that the fight against breast cancer, and indeed all cancers worldwide, must continue to go strong.
Beating Time At Its Own Game: Life Begins With Cancer
by Carolyn Howard-Johnson
The day after my biopsy, my husband and I drove to Las Vegas on a business trip, never thinking about possibilities. We stopped at the state line for a ride on the giant Ferris wheel. We shelled giant prawns for lunch at the Stardust buffet. We slid quarters into a slot machine—the old fashioned kind I like with spinning cherries that will surely triple my money and spill the winnings into a silver trough.
That was not a bad approach at the time. There is no reason to assume the worst, to project abject possibilities that may never come to pass onto the present. Denial is sometimes very useful. On the other hand, it often keeps one from examining one’s own behavior, one’s own motivations. I share this anecdote because it illustrates how thoroughly denial had become entrenched in my life.
I was raised in times that were not easy for women. Most of the barriers I faced were ones that couldn’t be seen nor acknowledged because I didn’t know they were there. They crept up silently on padded feet and, if I sensed them at all, I chose not to turn and face them.
This faculty for denial was intact and very healthy when I was diagnosed with cancer. By 3 p.m. that day, the picture was not so jolly. We had to return home so I could begin autogenous blood donations. The risk of AIDS in the blood supply was still high; my doctor believed that we should have my own blood on hand in case it was needed.
My first reaction was true to pattern. I reassured myself that everything was going to be just fine, that I wasn’t nervous, that cancer was not a terrifying word. Unfortunately, my doctor had not sounded especially positive when he demanded that we set a surgery date in that moment, over the phone.
My husband was also up to the task. “We won’t work today. We’ll just take off, have some fun and drive back tonight.” We were two peas in a pod. We’d both try anything other than just saying, “Gee, I’m scared.”
I almost went along with that plan. Instead, I used the time on the open road to meditate. In that time, I realized—sort of knew at a cellular level—that I had to do more than donate blood to myself and that cancer doesn’t just happen.