What's the big deal about Breast Cancer Awareness Month?
Okay, it's a serious - sometimes very literally dead serious - issue, and we should all be aware of the risks and precautions.
But for the love of Pete - you can't swing a cat around here without someone putting a pink Breast Cancer Awareness ribbon around its neck.
And I just got a letter from my doctor reminding me to schedule a mammogram: no one in my family has ever had breast cancer.
My grandfather died of bone cancer at age 69, but no one's ever suggested I should have a bone scan. My aunt died of lung cancer last year, but I can't remember the last time I had a chest x-ray. My mother very nearly died of a Degree 4 Melanoma (10-15% prognosis for survival) in her early 50's, but no one wants to pay for a dermatologist to survey all my moles once a year. My father had a brain tumor the size of a softball - it very fortunately turned out to be benign - removed in his late 50's, but no one has ever suggested I should have a brain scan (okay, that one I get - it would seem apparent that there's nothing there :).
So what's the great big hurking deal about my boobs? I wouldn't want to have to, but I could live without 'em - a lot easier than I could live without my bones, lungs, skin or brains.
Prostate cancer seems to be just as serious a risk for men of a certain age as breast cancer is for women, but there's no Prostate Cancer Awareness Month - is that because of what color the ribbon would have to be?