Hello, and welcome to the BREAST CANCER AIN’T PINK blog! I am really happy that you came to visit. I hope that this will be the start of a long lasting relationship and that you will share this blog with the world! More specifically, with others who have been touched by breast cancer.
I am sure you may be interested in knowing the story behind the website name “breastcanceraintpink.” Before starting this blog, I was clueless as to what the name of the website should be. I knew that I wanted a catchy name, one that would be easy to remember, while at the same time, reflecting the “character” of the website. So before brainstorming and writing down ideas, I decided to pray and ask God for a name. The next day, I sat down with pen and paper in hand and began to write down some ideas. The first idea that popped into my head was “Breast Cancer Ain’t Pink.”
For me, the color pink is associated with femininity, bashfulness, softness, sweetness, and serenity. Personally speaking, I have come to know that experiencing breast cancer is anything but “pink.”
Although there are days when I feel great, there are many days when I do not feel attractive, do not feel dainty, or soft or sweet. Instead I feel unattractive because I have lost my hair, eyelashes and eyebrows, my skin has become dry, my fingernails have turned black, I have had mouth sores and my tongue turned black from the chemotherapy drugs, I developed cracked lips, I throw up, feel nauseous, am tired and fatigued, feel cranky, moody and emotional, I cry, I forget things, sometimes I am clumsy, have drains that need to be measured and emptied every two hours after surgery, am sore after surgery and depressed because of the lymph nodes and breast that have been removed, I experience insomnia, do not feel like showering, let alone getting dressed, do not have the energy for things I love to do such as bike ride, working out, long walks, spending time with family and friends, playing with my kids, hobbies, I have to avoid crowds due to a low immune system, my sexual libido has declined, sometimes I am fearful of what the future holds, I get tired of going to doctor appointments, I deal with neuropathy in my hands and feet, and on some days, I just want to be left alone. Thus, I have coined the phrase, “breast cancer ain’t pink,” because from my experiences with breast cancer, it ain’t “pink.”
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