’twas the last night of September and all through the interwebs,
the snarky cancer-bitches were ready to snark.
ok, it doesn’t really work…. but tomorrow is October 1st. aka #pinktober – you can buy a pink KitKat, Swiffer, Chicken Soup, nail polish (full of cancer chemicals), make-up, and my all time favorite, a snow-brush. This is what I have to say:
Donate or don’t, it’s not really my focus. Just please don’t buy something that’s been pink-ified with a ribbon. Those companies do not give a SHIT if I live or die, they don’t care if their .1% donation lands in the hands of researchers… it’s all marketing. Yes, the organisation that I support takes a cut. You don’t get 1500 people to walk 60 kms in 2 days without some kind of ‘machine’ behind it. But I also know the money gets to the hospital. I know, because my nurse tells me: my Herceptin study was funded by the walk.
Donate, or don’t. But for heaven’s sake, don’t pink-wash my struggle to live.