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Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
pink, black, nude, red?
Those of you who use "Facebook" know what I'm talking about, especially if you are of the female persuasion. I wasn't sure how I felt about the stream of enigmatic status postings - one short word that was simply the name of a particular color - when they started surfacing on my friends' walls. I mean, having the breast cancer experience reduced to a cute nod to a cute color of a cute bra, an article of clothing that reminds me every day of my mastectomy - how was that supposed to make me feel? I've read quite a few pieces written in response to the "game" and the following one makes a lot of sense.
"Bra Color 'game' for Breast Cancer Awareness - Insensitive?
I just had to say something about the Breast Cancer Awareness 'game' that went around Facebook where thousands of women all over the world posted the color of their bra to draw attention to the ever-remaining need for a cure. I saw a link on Twitter that said, 'before you post your bra color on Facebook read this.' I clicked over and read the post written by a brave breast cancer survivor who had no choice but to have a double mastectomy in order to save her life. The posts of bra colors reminded her of the deep physical, and equally if not more devastating, psychological, wounds that breast cancer inflicts on all the women it touches. In writing what I am about to write, I in no way have the intention of taking away from her very valid point. We all need to be sensitive and caring towards the people we know who have had to go through the terrible, life-changing ordeal of dealing with breast cancer.
And before I make my point, I want to share a little about my own family’s history of cancer. My father’s mother had a mastectomy long ago when I was just small. Had a little stuffed fake boob she stuffed in her bras and swimsuits. She used to let me play with it. My mom’s mom had breast cancer and thankfully it was in remission for about 20 years before she died of other causes. My mom also has breast cancer that’s been in remission for over 20 years. My cousin wasn’t as lucky. She got breast cancer at 33. It went into remission for 5 all too short years before ultimately taking her life at just age 39. I watched her die in the hospital when I was 20. As one might imagine, this had a profound effect on me and my attitude toward breast cancer. This isn’t even to mention my first cousin who died at 34 from Hodgkins’ disease, my father who has colon cancer and several other relatives who have died from the disease in one of its many forms. I feel like in my case, it isn’t IF I’ll get cancer, but rather when and what type. Scares the hell out of me if I think about it too much. But… and you knew that was coming… BUT…
When I saw what all the color posting on Facebook was about I was kind of excited and posted my bra color… 'commando!' as I was sick on the sofa in my jammies. Got a lot of attention and giggles from girlfriends. The guys all wanted to know what was happening and posted colors too, making it even funnier! I loved the idea. Until I read that post by the double mastectomy cancer survivor. Ugh. How sad. How insensitive of us all. But then I changed my mind. While we need to be sensitive to the survivors (of COURSE WE DO!) of breast cancer, we also need, if I may be so bold as to say it, to be just as concerned for the women who don’t do regular breast self exams and who are in denial that it can happen to them. The game was meant to draw attention to the very real issue that there is no cure for this disease yet and we need to be vigilant with ourselves to assure as early detection as possible. I’m glad I posted my 'color' and brought attention to the very serious, often deadly condition.
Want to do more? Donate your money and/or your time to the foundation of your choice! There are lots of them out there. Spread the word to your girlfriends, sisters, moms, you get it... everyone! Do a google search of organizations where you can do your part to spread the word and hopefully one day find a cure for this awful disease." - Raelinn
"Bra Color 'game' for Breast Cancer Awareness - Insensitive?
I just had to say something about the Breast Cancer Awareness 'game' that went around Facebook where thousands of women all over the world posted the color of their bra to draw attention to the ever-remaining need for a cure. I saw a link on Twitter that said, 'before you post your bra color on Facebook read this.' I clicked over and read the post written by a brave breast cancer survivor who had no choice but to have a double mastectomy in order to save her life. The posts of bra colors reminded her of the deep physical, and equally if not more devastating, psychological, wounds that breast cancer inflicts on all the women it touches. In writing what I am about to write, I in no way have the intention of taking away from her very valid point. We all need to be sensitive and caring towards the people we know who have had to go through the terrible, life-changing ordeal of dealing with breast cancer.
And before I make my point, I want to share a little about my own family’s history of cancer. My father’s mother had a mastectomy long ago when I was just small. Had a little stuffed fake boob she stuffed in her bras and swimsuits. She used to let me play with it. My mom’s mom had breast cancer and thankfully it was in remission for about 20 years before she died of other causes. My mom also has breast cancer that’s been in remission for over 20 years. My cousin wasn’t as lucky. She got breast cancer at 33. It went into remission for 5 all too short years before ultimately taking her life at just age 39. I watched her die in the hospital when I was 20. As one might imagine, this had a profound effect on me and my attitude toward breast cancer. This isn’t even to mention my first cousin who died at 34 from Hodgkins’ disease, my father who has colon cancer and several other relatives who have died from the disease in one of its many forms. I feel like in my case, it isn’t IF I’ll get cancer, but rather when and what type. Scares the hell out of me if I think about it too much. But… and you knew that was coming… BUT…
When I saw what all the color posting on Facebook was about I was kind of excited and posted my bra color… 'commando!' as I was sick on the sofa in my jammies. Got a lot of attention and giggles from girlfriends. The guys all wanted to know what was happening and posted colors too, making it even funnier! I loved the idea. Until I read that post by the double mastectomy cancer survivor. Ugh. How sad. How insensitive of us all. But then I changed my mind. While we need to be sensitive to the survivors (of COURSE WE DO!) of breast cancer, we also need, if I may be so bold as to say it, to be just as concerned for the women who don’t do regular breast self exams and who are in denial that it can happen to them. The game was meant to draw attention to the very real issue that there is no cure for this disease yet and we need to be vigilant with ourselves to assure as early detection as possible. I’m glad I posted my 'color' and brought attention to the very serious, often deadly condition.
Want to do more? Donate your money and/or your time to the foundation of your choice! There are lots of them out there. Spread the word to your girlfriends, sisters, moms, you get it... everyone! Do a google search of organizations where you can do your part to spread the word and hopefully one day find a cure for this awful disease." - Raelinn
Sunday, February 01, 2009
random things
I am one of 150 million active Facebook users.
I joined the ranks 15 months ago and am proud to say I have 120 “friends.” Some people I know staunchly refuse to begin this second job, one that consists of status updating, wall conversing, tagging, posting news and video links, sending private messages, sharing pictures… and the latest craze: making a list of twenty-five random things about yourself.
Other friends have jumped in with both feet. I love reading what they are doing on any given day. I love studying their prized pictures of family, vacations or newly created artwork. I love connecting with people I haven’t seen or heard from in years. I love finding out about not-to-miss events or groups I can join and support.
(No, I am not on the payroll at Facebook.)
What I love most about this phenomenon is that people are THINKING!! WRITING!! And SHARING!! (Facebook is not new. High school and college kids have been using it for years to connect with one another. By the way, I feel certain that now with so many 40, 50, 60, 70 and 80 somethings having contracted the Facebook fever, the younger users will move onto something else… let’s hope so; it’s too easy for parents to stay abreast of their kids’ foolish antics and innermost thoughts heretofore only shared at slumber parties.)
So, back to the twenty-five random things I mentioned in the first paragraph of this post. A few days ago, a good friend asked me to make such a list. I did. Next thing I knew, many of my Facebook friends were doing the same. These have made for entertaining and enlightening reads. I would like to share some of my favorites from various lists made by various people. These revealing snippets point to the fact that we all have it in us to think about what matters in our lives, to actually craft those thoughts into words and then to boldly share them with others.
Here are some of the greatest hits from the lists I have seen so far:
I pray even though I am agnostic.
I look in the mirror each morning and pull my face into the position it was 30 years ago, knowing full well that with the economy as it is, and with as much as I hate medical procedures I won’t do a damn thing about it.
I believe that if more people embraced foreign travel the world would be a different place.
I don’t know that I believe in religion but I do believe in a state of grace.
I think it's the civic duty of every single literate person to read at least one newspaper every single day.
I think a proclivity for exaggeration is generally underrated and is a worthy attribute in a person.
If you leave me someplace I will be there when you return.
I stuck Red Hots up my little brother's nose when he was sleeping.
I go to movies to cry.
I think libraries save multiple lives every day, and are the single most important thing that society must support.
My mother once used masking tape to fix my little sister’s hemline. I have learned lots of great tricks from my parents.
I was in the fourth grade and playing outside on the school playground when I found out that Kennedy had been assassinated.
If my brother jumps off a 45-foot rock quarry cliff, then I will too.
I like to stay up late and write because I feel there are fewer people using the airwaves and more room for me to think.
I talk to my father, even though he died many years ago.
(And here are some from my own list)
I am getting age spots on my hands. This I do not like one bit, especially when my husband reminds me that they are also referred to as liver spots.
When I was little, I pretended I had a horse. I rode him everywhere. When I went somewhere in the car with my family, I tied the horse to the back bumper and frequently glanced out the window to make sure he was still with us.
I don’t know if I really believe in God, but when I bite into a perfectly ripe avocado, I think there is no way that I cannot.
I would like to be buried in my cowboy boots.
I joined the ranks 15 months ago and am proud to say I have 120 “friends.” Some people I know staunchly refuse to begin this second job, one that consists of status updating, wall conversing, tagging, posting news and video links, sending private messages, sharing pictures… and the latest craze: making a list of twenty-five random things about yourself.
Other friends have jumped in with both feet. I love reading what they are doing on any given day. I love studying their prized pictures of family, vacations or newly created artwork. I love connecting with people I haven’t seen or heard from in years. I love finding out about not-to-miss events or groups I can join and support.
(No, I am not on the payroll at Facebook.)
What I love most about this phenomenon is that people are THINKING!! WRITING!! And SHARING!! (Facebook is not new. High school and college kids have been using it for years to connect with one another. By the way, I feel certain that now with so many 40, 50, 60, 70 and 80 somethings having contracted the Facebook fever, the younger users will move onto something else… let’s hope so; it’s too easy for parents to stay abreast of their kids’ foolish antics and innermost thoughts heretofore only shared at slumber parties.)
So, back to the twenty-five random things I mentioned in the first paragraph of this post. A few days ago, a good friend asked me to make such a list. I did. Next thing I knew, many of my Facebook friends were doing the same. These have made for entertaining and enlightening reads. I would like to share some of my favorites from various lists made by various people. These revealing snippets point to the fact that we all have it in us to think about what matters in our lives, to actually craft those thoughts into words and then to boldly share them with others.
Here are some of the greatest hits from the lists I have seen so far:
I pray even though I am agnostic.
I look in the mirror each morning and pull my face into the position it was 30 years ago, knowing full well that with the economy as it is, and with as much as I hate medical procedures I won’t do a damn thing about it.
I believe that if more people embraced foreign travel the world would be a different place.
I don’t know that I believe in religion but I do believe in a state of grace.
I think it's the civic duty of every single literate person to read at least one newspaper every single day.
I think a proclivity for exaggeration is generally underrated and is a worthy attribute in a person.
If you leave me someplace I will be there when you return.
I stuck Red Hots up my little brother's nose when he was sleeping.
I go to movies to cry.
I think libraries save multiple lives every day, and are the single most important thing that society must support.
My mother once used masking tape to fix my little sister’s hemline. I have learned lots of great tricks from my parents.
I was in the fourth grade and playing outside on the school playground when I found out that Kennedy had been assassinated.
If my brother jumps off a 45-foot rock quarry cliff, then I will too.
I like to stay up late and write because I feel there are fewer people using the airwaves and more room for me to think.
I talk to my father, even though he died many years ago.
(And here are some from my own list)
I am getting age spots on my hands. This I do not like one bit, especially when my husband reminds me that they are also referred to as liver spots.
When I was little, I pretended I had a horse. I rode him everywhere. When I went somewhere in the car with my family, I tied the horse to the back bumper and frequently glanced out the window to make sure he was still with us.
I don’t know if I really believe in God, but when I bite into a perfectly ripe avocado, I think there is no way that I cannot.
I would like to be buried in my cowboy boots.
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