It’s everywhere, there is literally no escaping it. I can’t watch TV, or go to the store without someone asking me if I would like to donate a dollar to Susan G. Komen foundation, or seeing “Buy this 12 pack of soda and 2 dollars will be donated to Breast Cancer Awareness!”
I was at Ulta today doing one of my favorite things, shopping for makeup, when this woman asked me if I would like to write a “love note” to show my support to those affected by breast cancer. I said no. I can’t even shop for makeup without someone reminding me that my mom’s hair is falling out.
I know, I should be happy that there is so much support and awareness, right? I just can’t. And I feel like a totally b*&%$ even writing this. I have to smile all the time and say “Yes, it’s been tough but my mother is very strong and we’re all hanging in there!” Sometimes I just want to scream at the woman asking me to donate a dollar and say “YOU KNOW WHAT LADY I THINK THAT DRIVING MY MOTHER TO CHEMO AND SITTING BY HER BEDSIDE IS ENOUGH SUPPORT!”
Yes, breast cancer awareness is needed, but I would like to kindly ask to be exempt from the awareness for this month. Try me again next year.