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In the Pink

Yesterday I received a lovely, actual-handwritten-on-paper note from Minarae, thanking me for an embarrassingly paltry donation I made to her Breast Cancer 3-Day fund. She also enclosed a pink wristband.


Now, for the record, I'm fairly tired of the whole wristband thing. Sure, it was awesome when the LIVESTRONG bracelets first came out, because who doesn't love Lance Armstrong? (America-haters, that's who.) And they're a great idea, really, for people who truly and passionately support a certain cause. But the whole craze took a fairly distasteful turn when the yellow bands became some sort of must-have fashion accessory and everybody was wearing them, even if they'd only given the actual charity a dollar just to get the band, or got one from someone giving them away for free at the office.

And now it's officially gotten out of hand, what with collector's sites selling 400 frillion different bands along with retired Beanie Babies and all these half-wits running around wearing three or four different bracelets that COORDINATE WITH THEIR OUTFITS, and oh my God, those rainbow ones are soooo cute. Who do you have to support to get that one?

Please don't think I'm bashing everybody who wears a wristband. Just, you know, the assholes.

Because I'm sure as hell going to wear this pink one.

Because my mom's been diagnosed with breast cancer.

When my mom called to tell me about the lump, it barely registered. Between my mom, my sister and I, the doctors have found dozens and dozens of lumps. We all have the fibrocystic breast disease. Which is not so much of a "disease" as is it is a "huge pain in the boobs," because our breasts ALWAYS have cysts and lumps and suspicious activity going on, but in the end, the lumps are ALWAYS benign. ALWAYS, I tell you. I'm only 27 and have already had four breast ultrasounds, one mammogram and three aspirations of suspicious-yet-benign cysts. Lumps are just not a Big Scary Thing around here.

And unlike my poor dad, whose entire life in one experiment in medical terror after another, my mom's always been the healthy one.

So when she called to say her doctor was ordering a biopsy on yet another lump, we kind of mutual-eye-rolled and sighed because DUH, it's just another cyst that's absorbed some blood so it looks abnormal but everything will be fine in the end and when are you coming down to help me paint the baby's room?

She won't be coming down to paint the baby's room. Instead she'll be having her second surgery in a month to remove more breast tissue because they aren't satisfied with the margins they got the first time around.

And then she'll be starting radiation.

And then she'll be starting a five-year drug regimen to fight the other strain of breast cancer she has, because oh yeah, she's got two different kinds blah blah blah lots of letters and abbreviations and one strain is apparently scary and aggressive and does this mean you won't be able to come down and help me take care of the baby after Jason goes back to work? Because I don't know what I'm doing and want my mommy?

Her prognosis is good. Her oncologist is confident they caught it early enough. Huge props and shout-outs to routine mammograms.

But still. I'm wearing the damn wristband. And writing a bigger check next time.

Because that one-in-eight statistic is suddenly talking about my mother. And my baby's Nana. And we both need her around for a good, long time.



You and your momma are in my prayers, Miss Amy.


It's scary when your mother is sick - especially with cancer, but hang in there. I'll be praying for her, and YOU -


Hey Hunny,
My mom had breast cancer as well - she is fine now!! (Thanks to Johns Hopkins!) You and your family are in my prayers!! xxxx It's all going to be OK! xx


I am praying for you all. :) Much love is being sent your way.


you and your family are in my thoughts and prayers. cancer is a big bad meanie, but i send you all hugs, and whatever else you need now...


I was just thinking similar about those bracelets. I have 2 pink ones, and both were given to me (but one was given by a BC survivor whom I dyed my hair pink for, LOL) and a red one a youth gave me. I seldom put them on. if I do, its a pink one.

On the other hand (wrist?), my sons love to chew on them.


I am the praying kind, and I will pray for your mom, but it does sound like this will be a happy ending, even if it's a tough ride getting there.

Going through the tail-end of a rough round with cancer with The Boy has been surreal. I can't imagine what you're going through feels even remotely similar.

However, your mom has so much to fight for, and more than anything, that's the most important thing. If you'd like us to write goofy letters or entries or whatever to cheer her up when things are no fun, you let us know, ok?

Gentle hugs to two mommys (you and your mom), a nana, and two little bitties (the baby and you, cos you're still your mom's baby).


Your mother has been added to my prayers. My 36 yr old best friend and the mother of one of my dear friends are both currently fighting breast cancer. If you need to talk - email me and let me know.

Her Ladyship

I'm so sorry to hear about your mom. Am thinking good thoughts about her and hoping for the best.


Oh, I am so sorry to hear about your mom. I'm walking the 3-day in Chicago in September and my deal is if you see me walking around town on a training walk, stop me and I'll give you a pink wristband -- so I'm usually wearing 3 or 4 of them. I've never worn any color before but this one is important. I'm walking for my best friend whose cancer was on her very first mammogram at age 40. Thanks for donating to your friend's 3-day fund.



Tamaxofin is old news. The side effects and risks are too high. Arimidex is the way to go. The 2 side effects are bone loss (take calcium supplements) and watching the kidneys. beats the risk of uterine/ovarian cancer any day.

Good luck. my mom was just diagnosed and had a mastectomy. all because her #@#@ GP said that the lump was 'just scar tissue'.

Sorry dude, but a lump the size of a golf ball is NOT scar tissue.

Now she has stage IV with spinal and bone cancer. Hope is malpractice insurance is caught up.

And as for the fibrocystic disease, same here. They always hurt.


And one last thing...tell the oncologist to push for HER2 testing. If so, put her on Herceptin. (to think one cancer journal editor and one pharmaceutical advertising copywriter in one space...oh the discussions)

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