October, 2025.
It's been a minute since I wrote anything here. Well, here we are. October again. Or "Pinktober." While I TOTALLY get it, sometimes a lot is just a LOT. I've often wondered who the marketing people are who pushed breast cancer to the top (over the top......) of the marketing campaign food chain. For those who have not known me for 27 years, October is also what I consider my "cancerversary." Another word I'd like to strike from the English language. October 23,1998 to be precise. That is the date of my surgery, the day my world imploded. I don't recall my exact diagnosis date, July sometime. It blows my mind that people are still dying from breast cancer. It feels like treading water, working so hard to go nowhere. And I do still feel that better treatment (I am loath to talk "cure") for one cancer comes from research on another. I'm sure there are stats to that effect, I have not researched it. For me, it's 27 years. The surv...