A few days ago, I received an e-mail from my niece telling me to post my bra color on my Facebook wall. All in the name of breast cancer.
I thought it might be a trick. My family is known for their warped sense of humor and inappropriate fun. So I filed it away in the recesses of my mind where stuff rarely ever comes back to see the light of day.
Like what I had for breakfast, what day of the week it is, are stretchypants fashionable.
Then I began to see my family members and girlfriends on Facebook posting their fabulous bra colors. LEOPARD and CHARTREUSE. Okay, the chartreuse was a post by my psychotic brother in law.
And I began to think about the significance of something that I started out dismissing as I would a chain letter, to what the underlying message might be.
Every time I walk into a store, I see pink ribbons and CANCER AWARENESS emblazoned on every product imaginable. And truthfully, I get a little desensitized to the message.
Which I absolutely hate in myself. Because cancer and all of its insidiousness has ravaged my family. And many other families that I know.
I held my mother’s hand as she took her last breath because of cancer 12 years ago. My sister-in-law lost her sweet 12 year old baby girl to cancer 8 years ago this month.
But my 80 year old mother-in-law is a breast cancer SURVIVOR. A walking, talking, cookie baking miracle.
Because of early detection.
And I started thinking about all the other stuff in the dark recesses of my mind, like doctors and dentist appointments.
It’s time for my yearly mammogram this month. I made that appointment. And I remembered because of a silly Facebook posting.
Which really isn’t all that silly. If it causes even just one person to make an appointment that they may have not really thought about otherwise.
Have you made your Mammogram appointment?
And yes, I posted WHITE on my Facebook page. Which really wasn’t all that true. It would have been more accurate to say OFF WHITE. Because I go bra shopping with even less frequency than mammogram appointments.