It is hard to see the sea of pink -- in the seat-back pockets on my flight home from Missouri on Sunday, there was a flyer telling me I could buy a $2 pink lemonade to support breast cancer awareness. I wanted to scream about how aware I actually am. But Quinn was sleeping on my lap and an elderly woman was sitting beside me, on her way to help her daughter who'd just had hip surgery, so I kept my mouth shut. I raged on the inside.
It was even tough to watch Sunday football with my dad, and not just because the Seahawks keep freezing in the 4th quarter and losing games they should be winning. Pink goal posts and cleats and towels aren't contributing much to the cause they claim to support, and -- at best -- we inch toward better treatments, a few more months of survival (when the average after a mets diagnosis is 3 years), and if we're lucky, milder side effects.
All the while, the general population continues to believe that breast cancer is curable, we need to save the tatas, and early detection saves everyone.
I am exhausted, and it's okay if I blame October for that, right?
To me, this is the great injustice of this sea of pink, these calls to support awareness everywhere you look, most of it not doing much more than marketing products wrapped in pink. I used to think that both awareness and research were important. Now I wonder: Who is not aware?
But also, what do most people really know?
Breast Cancer Education Month doesn't really have the same ring to it.
Story Half Told project I took part in, "Fifty percent of people surveyed said that breast cancer progresses because either patients did not take the right treatments or preventative measures." AND ALSO: "More than 60% say they know little to nothing about metastatic breast cancer." (emphasis mine)
A man I met a few years ago was saddened to tell me that his mom had beat breast cancer but couldn't beat brain cancer. My bet is that she never had brain cancer, but rather breast cancer that metastasized to her brain. She didn't die of brain cancer, she died of breast cancer. But I did not want to argue with a grieving son, so I simply told him I was sorry.
I try to be careful about the language I use. I no longer say I have metastatic breast cancer but rather that I was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer more than four years ago. Do you see the difference? I don't know whether it changes anything and perhaps it's just superstition. I couldn't even bring myself to participate in a die-in (as proud as I am of the waves these women are making) because I don't want to say I'm dying of breast cancer -- even if 98% of people with this diagnosis do die of it. I have to hope I'll be part of the two percent.
Why does language matter so much? Why do we who've been diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer care whether you know what the word metastatic means?
#Repost @bcrfcure with @repostapp. ・・・ A local news producer called me this week to ask about my story. Her first question was "What makes metastatic breast cancer different from other breast cancers?" Metastatic breast cancer originates in the breast and then spreads to other parts of the body, such as bones, liver, lungs, or brain. When I was first diagnosed in 2011, it had already spread to my lungs. xoxo @jencampisano #BeTheEnd #MetastaticBreastCancerAwarenessDay #MetastaticSayIt #BCRFMetavivorTakeover #StoryHalfTold
Why are we over awareness?
We're really tired of our friends dying, for one. We're scared we will be next, even when we hope we'll live to see the next milestone: our child graduating, or getting married, or learning to tie his shoelaces.
I have nightmares about cancer, in the form of unwanted guests, or sharks trying to come onto shore to attack me, or burglars trying to break into my house, and I wake up sobbing and unable to relax enough to fall back asleep without the help of sleep aids.
We want people to understand how scared AND how hopeful we are, more than they will ever learn by purchasing a can of pink lemonade. We hope that one day these campaigns will go beyond awareness and actually do some educating so women (and men) will know their risk, understand what as many as 250,000 of us are living with every day, and maybe start turning some of the pink consumerism into research dollars that will help us have fewer nightmares and celebrate more milestones.
Instead of buying pink stuff this year, please consider donating to a reputable organization that provides money for research. Here are a few I like, in no particular order.
METAvivor.org -- the only organization solely focused on research into metastatic disease
BCRFcure.org -- funds the largest project focused on metastasis in the world; highest rated breast cancer charity in the U.S. according to Charity Watch
Avon Foundation -- contributes to critical research AND provides support services for under-served patient populations
Young Survival Coalition -- support for women diagnosed under the age of 40