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A friend and co-worker (and DU poster) has been battling breast cancer. It is a battle and I have watched it. She's been through the awful diagnosis, the surgery and she's now doing chemo. She's being treated at Dana Farber in Boston and, when she's there, she see folks who are at every stage of the process. She had some very interesting observations today and I thought I would pass them on.
She doesn't like the use of the term "my cancer" because it seems to mean that one has accepted it or succumbed to it. She likes the term "the cancer" because, rather than personalizing it, she objectifies it and can fight it more effectively.
She hates the pink bows because pink is a baby color, a passive color, not a fighting color.
She hates the term "cancer survivor" bacause, to her, it means that someone else saved you. She likes the term "cancer veteran" because, to her, it means that you fought and came home from that war.
She thinks that the Docs at Dana Farber walk on water but she asserts that they can do only so much and that she must do the rest.
To say that she's an inspiration to me is an understatement.
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