Spoiling my Breast Cancer Caregivers | Battling Bertha #23 | #BlogBoost
It’s been a tough week. Recovering from my recent hospital stay has not been easy. As much as I wanted to complete all 31 days of the October Ultimate Blog Challenge, I know my health is more important. I have several posts simmering on the back burner, including a video of my adventure at Gayla Wigs and a possible three part series on sex after breast cancer.
The Breast Cancer Awareness Debate
Many of the amazing women in my online support group strongly dislike the October pink washing called Breast Cancer Awareness Month. They take exception to all the pink products that are capitalizing on the issue rather than helping it.
I recently read a Huffington Post article by Anita Moorjani entitled Why I don’t support ‘Breast Cancer’ Awareness.
Moorjani is the author of the book Dying to Be Me about her own cancer journey. The book was gifted to me by a treasure in my life, Renu Agrawal, shortly after I was diagnosed. It was also highly recommended by several other people. I have been hesitant to read it because I don’t like the title. Is that not silly?
In the HuffPost article, Moojani used a Mother Theresa quote to question the effectiveness of Breast Cancer Awareness:
Mother Teresa once said, “I was asked why I don’t participate in anti-war demonstrations. I said that I will never do that, but as soon as you have a pro-peace rally, I’ll be there.”
Wouldn’t it be better to support and promote health awareness?
When my elder sister was diagnosed with her breast cancer 3 years ago, just 6 months after losing our mother to leukemia, she urged me to get a mammogram. I did not because I did not want to focus on the illness. I believe that energy flows where attention goes and I did not want any of my energy flowing in the direction of cancer.
You may be thinking to yourself, well that back fired. I do not agree. I discovered my lump early. Stage 1. My body let me know it was time to pay attention.
Since my diagnosis, I have chosen to focus on the positive. I have a story to tell. This is just a small part of my story. I envision myself standing on a great stage inspiring people to pursue their passions profitably through my story.
I admit that I am not always as positive as I’d like to be. My husband is great at pointing out when I am stinking into negativity.
Okay, let me back up to Monday, October 13th and share how I spoiled my breast cancer caregivers.
Spoiling my Breast Cancer Care Givers
Last Monday, I gave each of my breast cancer medical care givers (all 20 of them!) a small gift of appreciation, tied up in a pink bow. It was my intention to focus on how they are helping me return to health, and for that I am eternally grateful. I call them my “Boob Team.”
What was remarkable to me was that each person I handed the gift to reacted exactly the same way: Surprised! From the receptionists to the physicians, each was almost shocked that I would choose to celebrate them. Shocked and appreciative.
An interesting side effect of passing out these gifts is that I now receive a lot more hugs from the Boob Team, including the doctors.
Not to toot my own horn, but I was already a favorite patient at both the oncology and radiology offices. Now I feel like a rock star.
A new tech joined the radiation therapy team on Monday, as well. I was a little leery about having a man on the team, because of the high level of touching that is involved in the prep process before therapy begins.
I decided the best way to handle the situation was with humor. So, when he reached across my body and uncovered my breast, I said: “Oooh! Thank you! You are the first man to undress me in months.” His response was to thank me for making his job easier.
So here is your challenge from me: During Pinktober choose to focus on breast health, wellness and appreciate the teams of people who care for breast cancer patients.
Energy flows where attention goes.