Ok, so the title of my entire blog is "Pink used to be my favorite color..." It still is...but I have to admit after first being diagnosed I lived in a Pepto Bismal hell. Is it fair 
for a color to represent a disease? It really doesn't matter unless you have the disease. It is for awareness, but I am aware of it more th
an ever. It is kind of like the rainbow. Straight people don't have the chance to have anythi
ng rainbow anymore. My pure disease free pink 
has been taken from me. And it pisses me off.
for a color to represent a disease? It really doesn't matter unless you have the disease. It is for awareness, but I am aware of it more th
an ever. It is kind of like the rainbow. Straight people don't have the chance to have anythi
ng rainbow anymore. My pure disease free pink 
has been taken from me. And it pisses me off.
You may now feel my pain...and as much as I am thankful for the pink kitchen aid mixer, pink dyson, pink converse tennis shoes...the pink strawberry ribbon in the vanilla ice cream...(when I just wanted to escape and have some ice cream) and we
can't forget the pink White House...these things still did not create enough awareness for
my doctors' to think it was important for
me to get a mammogram...hmmmm....and there lies the problem. Ok...now I am over it...keep on pinking people...buy pink shit...get money and find a cure...and hurry up, please.
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