Recently I got a facebook invite to an “event” that allegedly “supports” breast cancer research.
Two years ago it was “put the color of your bra as your status” but don’t tell the boys!!
Last year followed up with “in your status box, put the location of your purse”. People’s status read things like, “In the car” or “On the kitchen counter”. Again, of course, we weren’t supposed to “tell the boys”.
This year’s gem is: put your shoe size, followed by the word ‘inches’ and then a frown. So mine should say, “8.5 inches :-(”
Obviously, we aren’t supposed to tell the boys again this year.
Here’s my beef with this nonsense.
First of all, if you are going to support breast cancer research, then DO IT. Run a race that is associated with a reputable organization (Susan G. Komen is an obvious example) where the proceeds go to research. Have a bake sale and give the money you make to a local cancer research hospital (we have one right down the road from us and I know there are plenty more all over the country). Participate in a local the Relay for Life where you can show your support not only with monetary donations but by being there.
Watch the survivors walk.
Watch people light candles in memory of those that lost their battle.
But, please don’t just post some ridiculous status update that has sexual undertones that, in no way, “supports” anything. I would even venture a guess that by posting your shoe size to make everyone “think” that you are posting the length of your significant other’s penis followed by a frowny face, left everyone not only confused, but took their mind even farther from self-breast exams or scheduling their yearly mammogram than it was to begin with.
Second of all, why are we instructed to “not tell the boys”? Yes, breast cancer is significantly more prevalent in women than in men but men also have breasts and can, in fact, get breast cancer. And, if a woman is diagnosed with breast cancer, will her husband, son, grandson, brother, father, etc. somehow not be affected? Will the woman go through chemo and radiation, lose her hair, get radiation burns, endure a double mastectomy & the psychological damage that occurs afterward, be violently ill as a side effect of the drugs that are killing her along with her disease and the men in her life are supposed to act like they don’t care or notice?
I know that my husband would be the first to volunteer if I asked him to perform my breast exam for me. He would also be the first one to come along with me for chemo treatments. He would be the one that ensured that our children were cared for when I was too sick to get out of bed. He would raise money to support research that would help end the horrible disease.
He would support me.
He wouldn’t just post a ridiculous status update and giggle about how clever it is to see: 12 inches 😦
*side note: I started this post yesterday but didn’t have time to finish it. This morning, I found out that one of my co-workers was diagnosed with breast cancer after beating leukemia a few years ago. She literally just got the call this morning so they don’t know much yet other than what I just told you but any extra prayers for her and her family would be much appreciated.