Wednesday, March 11, 2009

I hate pink...

I hate that color. I hate those god damn little ribbons, too. For those of you who know me, you're familiar with my affinity for black. It's a palette that can be a clean slate, void of emotion, concentrating on form, texture and history. I know that there are unspoken feelings that are dredged up with black but not so much as society's focus on god awful pink. I won't wear it(aside from a crazy pair of cowboy's boot's that are pink ostrich and a color not found in nature). Even then, I'll wear them with black trousers for the shock value. I also resent the girl/blue = pink/blue assumption when babies are born. Sure I dress Zelda in wild colors. They're so "happy" and "fun" and "silly" for kids. But then there are those stupid pull up diapers that come in pink or blue. We'll buy a box and put our kids in either color and then get comments about Creed wearing a pink diaper. Whatever! I guess I'm just on a tear today...sorry this is so disjointed...anyway...

I get pissed off when I see a commercial on television for Texas Oncology. Now, I must say that my doctor's visits, surgery, protocals and treatments have been flawless. My oncologist is a rock star. My surgeon is an Eagle Scout, a non egotistical & caring sculptor. I never wait more than 10 minutes for any appt or infusion. The place runs like clock work and they answer all questions. But Texas Oncology sits looming, with a large channel letter sign on the side of the Mopac freeway...near the fertility place and other multi-million dollar specialty offices. We would drive past it going north to the 'burbs to see my sister and her family, subconsciously taking note - never thinking that I would actually go there...And now, it is such a part of my life. I dread it, I resent it, I hate that they advertise it on TV. I watch mindless television in the evening like "Two and a Half Men" or "Law & Order" to not think about my cancer, my nausea and my fatigue. And then I see it: happy people happily fighting cancer on the screen - they might as well all be wearing pink. People choose to do fertility treatments. People choose to take Viagra. People choose their laundry detergent. People don't choose cancer. So, do they really need to advertise to get patients? Tell me, what fucking choice do we have?????


Anonymous said...

I love you, honey! YOU are MY rockstar! Wish I could give you a big hug right NOW!!!
xoxo shakti

Karla said...

I don't wear pink, either. If I do it's an obnoxious brilliant fuschia pink that burns eyeballs. And I too HATE the blue/pink baby thing. I say, go celadon, dammit. Or put your baby in fashions by Blackmail.

That Oncology place is up along Mopac near my house, in'it? It does seem strange to advertise, but I guess even cancer is a money maker. Shitty as that is.

You are my rockstar too.

deborah d. lattimore said...

i agree with you on all counts!! there's a billboard for the hospital where i have chemo that says "FIGHTING CANCER!" makes me cringe. yes, why do they need billboards?? weird.

when you're finished with AC and start taxol, your life will be so much better. i just cannot believe how different i feel today, one day after taxol #1. i feel GREAT! and after AC i felt like death and hell. sure, i'll get some side effects, but there is no queasiness or headache or nausea. heaven.

i have always hated pink for breast cancer. i hate those stupid cancer bracelets too. and those cancer walks. bake sales for cancer! instead of actual true government funding.

hang in there, mon amie. AC is almost over.