October is an important month. It is when I wear pink as often as possible and my breast cancer ribbon earrings every day til the last week of October (when I move to the Halloween décor!). I bake heart cookies and decorate them accordingly, give them away, and hope that as they are eaten people think about breast cancer.
I am a strong advocate of breast awareness for many reasons. First and foremost, I rather like them! I’m getting more favorable towards my own (for decades I disliked them because of their small size. Over the last couple of years, I’ve learned to appreciate them more), my grandma died from breast cancer, my mum had both of her breasts removed because of cancer, and other female relations have had cancerous experiences with their ladies.
I myself have had numerous scans and mammograms. My least favorite was when a ‘clip’ was inserted into one of them as a marker. I recall a mammogram I had a year or more after that rather traumatic surgery. The lady tech (who was not supposed to interpret things) put the images on the wall for me to look at. The metal clip was glaringly obvious. She then remarked, ‘Why on earth did they put that in there, those look great!’ I smiled.
This month, I’ve practically forgotten it was October! I don’t have a single pair of breast cancer earrings with me (I should have had Little Bear bring me up my fall earrings…). I have looked thru mum’s crowded boxes of jewelry and knew there was at least one pair in and amongst the scrambled bling. Today, I decided I wanted a pair. I went in her room and realized she’d piled clothing up against the dresser the boxes were jenga stacked on. I carefully opened box after box and found everything but the ones I knew were there. Then, I knocked over a tiny box. Inside was a single pair of earrings, one of her more expensive pairs. I recall glaring at the empty box. Carefully, I found both bits in the haystack of wires and sparklies, placed them in the small container, and promptly knocked the lid off onto the floor. I could see the lid, but to get to it would take some work. I opted to quit while I was behind and placed the box on top of another stack. (It might not fall off!) I then went over to the box of earrings I wasn’t going to get into. I had made mum a pair of breast cancer earrings and she wore them a couple of times. I didn’t want to wear them, in case she wanted to, but took them anyway. She said it was ok and I was entirely thankful.
I’ll go back in her room later and see if I can get the lid and find the pair I know she’s not worn in years!