Every October, the world turns pink in support of women with breast cancer. I can’t even begin to articulate how much this annoys me. Like-minded women dread the 31 days we must endure watching people run, walk, raise money, and tout the good works being done by high-profile breast cancer charities in the name of research and education.
In reality, many of these charities are in gluttonous relationships with corporations that market countless pink ribbon products for us to purchase, claiming that portions of the proceeds go to fund breast cancer education and research. The truth is, a minute fraction of the money spent on pink ribbon products goes to education and research. The lion’s share goes into the pockets of the corporate bigwigs and those running the charities. Don’t believe me? Stop reading. If you do, read this. Click the links. And come back here.
Continue reading October Is a Comin’ (Breast Cancer Awareness Month)
It’s Labor Day in North America, and I feel like I’ve been laboring in the name of cancer for far too long now. The thing is, once you start, there doesn’t seem to be an end in sight. As anyone who has had a diagnosis in his or her life will tell you, the thought of recurrence never leaves the mind, even when you’re given a clean bill of health. It’s an interesting fraternity to be a member of.
Those of you who followed my Noble Breast blog before I moved it here know that last winter, my medical oncologist asked me to participate in an experimental immunotherapy drug study to treat breast cancer. On September 3, I reached an important milestone in the study and I wanted to update everyone on my progress.
Continue reading Breast Cancer Study Update
It’s been almost two years since I wrote at my old blog, Ink & Paint Creative Writing Services. I got to the point where I was exhausted by many of the political and cultural shenanigans taking place. I needed to stop because at the time (September 2013), I was so fed up with SEO (Search Engine Optimization), politicians – especially those who were tweeting photos of their “weiners”, the health care situation in the U.S., and the world’s favorite fascist pygmy, that I needed to put down my pencil and go silent. Well, now that I’ve got this new platform, it’s time to pick up the pencil and start scribbling again.
Welcome to the resurrection of Ink & Paint. Gird your loins and hold onto your knickers.
Continue reading Picking Up Where I Left Off (Resurrection)
This essay was originally published on August 13, 2015.
I have a beef with Sandra Lee. For about a week now, I’ve been reading snippets about how she’s been battling a post-operative infection following her mastectomy. I can empathize with her plight, even though I managed to remain infection-free before, during and after my surgery. What I’m not happy about is that details about her situation are sparse, other than the typical celeb stuff, like being walked into surgery by Governor Andrew Cuomo, her boyfriend, and wanting fresh flowers and glasses of wine during recuperation. I want to know the who, what, where, when, and why – because when you declare yourself an advocate for women with breast cancer, you give up the luxury of privacy.
Continue reading Look At Me, I’m Sandra Lee
This essay was originally published on July 27, 2015.
Summer is always the sluggish time of year when it comes to work. It doesn’t matter what you do for a living – working during the summer is a drag. Commuting in hot weather via public transit saps your will to live (thankfully, I don’t have to endure that anymore), but so does that niggling feeling in the back of your mind that you’re not working because the evil forces are conspiring against you.
Continue reading I’m Wondering (About Cancer Discrimination)
This essay was originally published on July 16, 2015.
A couple of months ago, I joined the Facebook group of the organization Flat & Fabulous. The members of this group have been diagnosed with breast cancer, had mastectomies (single and double), and elected to forgo reconstruction. Another fun fact about having breast cancer is that it isn’t always easy to put your breasts back if that is what you want. Many women aren’t aware of this, and it makes for some interesting debates in the breast cancer community.
Continue reading The Argument For Remaining Flat
This essay was originally published on July 9, 2015.
“Sweet Jesus in a Jeep” is a popular expression of frustration I see time and time again on social media. I refrain from using it, since I am Jewish, but I’ve been known to verbally exclaim “Jesus Christ!” on a regular basis to express frustration about many things. At present, I am in a position where I am completely flummoxed, and there isn’t an adequate expression to describe my frustration with the raging mammography debate.
Continue reading Here We Go Again (Mammograms)
This essay was originally published on June 28, 2015.
When I think about temper tantrums, the first person who comes to mind is John McEnroe. The man had the most legendary temper in tennis, and since Wimbledon gets underway tomorrow, it seems fitting to use his image.
Continue reading A Perpetual Snit
This essay was originally published on June 3, 2015.
I have no problem admitting that I’m more than a little obsessed with the Bruce/Caitlyn Jenner story. For me, it goes way beyond living with gender dysphoria for one’s entire life; I find myself thinking, why would a man want to become a woman? I realize that is a very simplistic question, and the answer is far from black-and-white. The reason I’m asking is because women generally rank higher on the level-of-bullshit scale than most men do. Life can be so much harder for women because we love to make it harder for ourselves. Yes, you heard me – some of us revel in the misery and drama instead of rising above it. Go ahead, grab the eggs, tomatoes, and heads of lettuce and prepare to start flinging them in my general direction.
Continue reading Woman Dysphoria
This essay was originally published on June 1, 2015.
Scamming has gotten to the point where we can joke about it. The majority of us know those poorly written e-mails from Nigerian royalty promising multimillion dollar awards are scams. The problem is, we now have scams coming at us from every direction, and it’s getting much harder to spot them. To further exacerbate our confusion, legitimate, licensed charities are in on it. They couldn’t possibly be scamming us, could they?
Continue reading Donate Some Thought