Not so pretty in pink.

First of all, don't let my blog title offend you. I am super grateful for the Susan G. Komen Foundation and all the research funded by them. Those pink ribbons raise awareness, provide support, and bring in a lot of research dollars. Thank God for that. When I say "I hate pink ribbons", I mean just that...literally. I hate the color pink. In fact, if you look in my closet, you won't find one pink item (unless you count the few pink t-shirts I obtained from breast cancer awareness walks- ironic, I know.) Moreover, I am not a huge fan of ribbons. I am the type of low-maintenance person that wraps gifts in comic paper and doesn't even put bows on them.

It isn't just that. I learned I had breast cancer in the beginning of December. I was totally shocked. I didn't feel sick. I didn't look sick. It was freaking Christmas, people. Considering this, I did what any number of normal people would do, I pretended it just wasn't so. Pretty easy to do actually. I went to holiday parties and taught my classes. I smiled a lot and fussed at my kids about their dirty socks on the floor. It would have been even easier if those damn pink ribbons weren't everywhere. Now, everywhere I look I see them- a big pink slap in the face that I do indeed have breast cancer. While I reserve the right to temporarily return to the land of denial every now and again, I am ready to face the music.