Why is it that everyone seems to think you’re an ogre if you don’t donate to the ‘Pink’ cancer? I have nothing against the Susan G. Komen Foundation for capitalizing on a one gender, socially mobilizing cancer. They have a very specific, wide spread public audience that ‘everyone’ wants to help because “sniff-sniff….we must help find a cure for the sake of all women”. Whatever.

Sorry. Not me. I do not feel the sniffles coming. Oh, trust me, it’s not because I don’t think breast cancer awareness, or a cure for that matter, isn’t important. It is. It’s not that I cannot sympathize with the women who have breast cancer. I do. It’s not that with over a thousand cysts in my own breasts that I don’t worry and think about breast cancer…sometimes. I do.

My problem with this pink campaign is that it’s zealots look at you with blank stares and sometimes downright animosity when I say…no thanks. I won’t donate today because….my mom has pancreatic cancer . It’s color is purple , there is no cure and no one survives it. Ever. We too are looking for a miracle. Would you like to donate to our cause? No? Yeah, I didn’t think so.

For me, I’m purple all the way baby. I’d dip myself in grapes if I thought it would cure my mom. So don’t give me some stupid stare. Those in the pink camp…are surviving. A lot of them. PanCans are lucky to survive one year, and the truly blessed might live a whole 5. My mom is only 62. She’ll be gone long before her time. And that just sucks to the core.