Think Pink


This week I learned some disturbinng news about my cousin Cia.  She was diagnosed with breast cancer.  When my aunt called and told me, my heart shivered in terror.  I felt choked with denial, sadness, and horror all at the same time.  Why her?

Cia…my cousin has always been a great role model to me.  She took me under her wing as I was growing up.  When she was in college majoring in Engineering, she made sure to expose me to the campus.  She wanted me to have a taste of college life and made sure that I participated in all the programs her university offered for high school students.

It was her who told me about the birds and the bees.

She also began our family newsletter.  When my mother died Cia was the first to call express her love and concern. 

During the holidays she would often host gatherings.  She would cook mounds of delicious foods, including the best caramel and Hershey cakes that would melt in your mouth.

She was there for my open-house, my house-warming, babyshower, the surprise birthday party that I had for my mother, and other important milestones in my life…

Stepmom is also one of her titles.

I have yet to talk to her because I am too upset right now.  I am trying to be strong but I don’t know how.  Our family has been beaten down by tragic deaths.  I couldn’t possibly handle another one.  I keep thinking about her husband and two girls.

The slogan “Race for the Cure” has a whole new meaning for me now.  My mind is consumed with pink thoughts.  I have already converted my debit card over to one that donates to breast cancer research.  A coworker emailed me this link and I couldn’t believe the timeliness of it.  Anyone with a pair of breasts should visit this site daily.  Here is the email:

Please  tell ten friends to tell ten today! 

The  Breast Cancer site is having trouble getting enough
people to  click on their site daily to meet their quota of
donating at  least one free mammogram a day to an
underprivileged  woman. 
It  takes less than a minute to go to their site and clickon  ‘donating a mammogram’ — for free (pink window in the  middle).   This  does not cost you a thing. Their
corporate  sponsors/advertisers use the number of daily visits to donate a  mammogram in exchange for  advertising.

Here’s  the web site!

Another supportive site can be found here.  I made a celebration for my cousin.  Please make one for anyone you know who has suffered from this disease.  A dollar will be donated to research for every one made.

5 responses »

  1. Oh, Morocco, I’m so sorry. I have so many women in my life who are breast cancer survivors and they are each such amazing, inspirational women. I will keep you all in my prayers…and I clicked!

  2. It’s not always easy being strong, much less is it any easier to think positively, but I think the way to go is to maybe focus on the fact that more women are surviving this now a days. In my experiences I’ve found that a positive and optimistic outlook helps not only you, but can help bring strength to the person you are afraid for.

    I think that’s great that you are being proactive and thinking pink. 🙂 It reminded me of how my sister and I chose a pink tea kettle over the stylish black one because it was for a good and meaningful cause.

    Take Care!

  3. I’m so sorry to hear about your cousin. I know this has got to be hard for you. I’ll be praying for you and her. And don’t wait to long to call her.

    Thoughts are with you.

  4. I know how you feel. I remember how I felt when my favorite aunt was diagnosed with breast cancer. We were so happy when she beat it; sad when it came back. You know what though, she beat it that time too. She is so strong. She’ll tell anyone about her struggles and counsel anyone. She has talked to me about making sure that I get a mammogram at 40. As long as your cousin caught it early, there’s a strong chance that she can beat it. Just pray for and with her. I’ll keep you in my prayers.

  5. I am so sorry for the news…my heart aches for you! Cancer is such a nasty beast. When my mom was diagnosed for a second time it was so hard. I did finally come to the place where I realized cancer was not a cussword…it just can cut like one. You are in thoughts and prayers!

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