I took this photo of a tissue expander during one of my weekly visits to the plastic surgeon’s office. She has a few just scattered around, rather haphazardly. The gray circle contains a magnet so that the saline goes in the expander, and not my body. I presently have two of these residing in my chest. It feels like two boulders and I occasionally experience pain from the expansion. I’ve been sleeping on my back for months. It’s not a fun process, but it’s all part of the reconstruction journey. Oh, and they also gave me a special card to show airport security in case I feel like traveling on a plane with these demons from hell.
None of these things are pink.
None of these things say “Fight like a girl” on them.
No pink ribbons.
I’m so glad. Something that has caused me pain should not be pink. (Something that has caused me pain and fear of death should not make money for big corporations, either, but that’s another blog coming outta me, folks.)
In the meantime, please visit www.thinkbeforeyoupink.org