So where am I going with this ? There's so much material to work with here, especially for the likes of me, apparently living with my chronic case of cancer and feeling generally jaded and pissed off most of the time ! Ah but I digress: let's just start at the beginning shall we ?
I woke up with glee last Christmas to excitedly open the presents which had been collecting under our beautiful Christmas tree. A mysterious box had arrived several days before addressed to me, and being a keeper of tradition, I diligently placed the unopened box under said Christmas tree along with various other boxes of all shapes and sizes. (Work with me here people - I'm 38 years old, living with cancer - I need some childish excitement in my life !). After tearing open all of my wonderful Christmas bounty, at last the mysterious box was before me and begging to be ripped open with all the energy of a five year old child hopped up on a keg of red creaming soda. At last I opened the box and all was revealed.
It was like the heavens opened, the sun shone down, angelic voices echoed in my ears, and there she lay. In all her bedazzled pink lacy finery. Such sculptural elegance and a body with a set of breasts so finely crafted, she made Barbie look like a cheap whore. My mind raced, my blood pressure increased with the excitement and emotion welled up in me. Her beauty was unsurpassed, and as the tears rolled down my face, I knew that everything would be okay. Because here she was in MY house. A Vision of Hope. Edition #7783U. Surely sent from heaven above (or maybe just China) to spread her message of love and devotion, and her commitment to a cause so just and noble, exemplified by the hidden pink ribbons in her elegant dress (how many can you find in the photograph ?).
Just by gazing upon her, I suddenly felt at ease and knew that all was not lost. Even with two mastectomies, a bilateral oopherectomy, a shoulder that doesn't move, a nipple reconstruction, night sweats, hot flashes, chemo-damaged organs, radiation scarred tissue and a spirit sorely tested (but not broken), I realized at that moment that there dwelled inside me, nay all those touched by breast cancer, a Pink Lady who is ready to stand up and be counted and fight the war on cancer, all whilst dressed to the nines in an ankle-length pink frock. And all this hope for the bargain price of $19.95.
Thank you Pink Lady #7783U. I can't do it without you. You inspire me to greatness. As does the $0.000000001c (or thereabouts) that has been donated on my behalf for the simple act of purchasing you.
- Breast Cancer Action Project: Think Before You Pink