Awareness Fatigue

Tell you what, dear readers, the self-proclaimed Queen of Snark is tired of this breast cancer shit. As of last Tuesday, July 24th, it’s been four years since I heard the words, “I’m sorry, Kathi. Your biopsy is positive.” About a week ago, I started writing a philosophical, seeing-the-glass-half-full sort of post, in an attempt […]

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Time and Loss

It’s Saturday, one of my cherished days off from work. I’ve been trying to be kind to myself today. I’ve had a hard time sleeping lately, so for the past few days, I’ve once again resorted to taking a Benadryl (which is, as it happens, a pink pill) at bedtime, because it works better than […]

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Komen: Just the Tip of the Pink Iceberg

[Reposted on October 13, 2012, for Metastatic Breast Cancer Awareness Day. One day. That's all MBC gets out of this entire pink circus known as Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Pitiful.] February 6, 2012: This morning, I found out that my dear, darling friend, snark and ‘bitchblogger’ sister, Rachel Cheetham Moro, died of breast cancer. Many […]

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Delayed Gratification

Revolutions don’t start with silence. There’s an old saw that says, if you have a problem with someone, and you don’t tell them about it, it’s your problem, not theirs. When we are going through treatment for cancer, it’s inevitable that we will encounter lots of indignities, thoughtlessness, and downright ineptitude along the way. By […]

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