I guess I’ve never been a big fan of the color PINK.
I was a bit of a tomboy growing up. I wasn’t one of those little girls who was afraid to get dirty. I learned to gut a fish at a young age. In elementary school, I wore shorts under my dresses so I could play the sports the boys were playing. Once in Mrs. Compton’s first grade classroom, a tiny, lost lizard sent everyone (teacher included) into a shrieking frenzy; I calmly caught the little reptile and freed it outdoors. I remember borrowing a dress for a formal dance in high school- a pink, ruffled, fluffy thing- and matching my shoes, nails, even lips in that dreaded color. I declared then that I hated all things PINK. I maintained this stance for years.
Then, two Januarys ago, I experienced one of the most frightening times of my life.
I found a lump.
You know, the scary kind. I conveniently had my annual appointment with the ‘girl’ doctor that week, and after a more-detailed-than-usual breast exam, he confirmed what I feared (his brow furrowed in an unsettling way). It wasn’t my imagination. Something that wasn’t normal was there.
I should mention that I was a mere 4 months into a separation from my then-husband, which is probably the most insecure and unstable place in my life I’d ever been. It also meant that I walked myself, trembling, into the building where I was to receive a mammogram and ultrasound and learn what this mass meant to my future. At 35 years old, I had never wanted to hold someone’s hand more, just like a child.
Today’s Photo-a-Day prompt is simply, “Pink“- a color that is now aligned forever with the fight against breast cancer. I could have photographed the stunning pink peonies that are dressing up the island in my kitchen. I could have taken an artsy picture of my yoga mat, a dusty blush color. I could have shot an image of the pinkish coral earrings hanging on my dressing table, or the brand new bright fuchsia dress hanging in my closet (we all know I love a new dress).
Instead, I dug through my stacks of unfiled paperwork to find the letter that I saved because it meant everything to me- a simple note from the Breast Imaging Center affirming that things were ok. No matter what turmoil I was going through in my life at that time, that reassurance really mattered most. It still does.
Maybe you noticed that I just listed quite a few pink things, all around my house.
It turns out, PINK is quite pretty, after all.
For more information about the fight against breast cancer, please visit Susan G. Komen for the Cure.