The Power of Pink

It’s that time of year when pink takes over sports, products, articles and all facets of media as we focus on how breast cancer has or will change the lives of 1 in 8 women and many men. Yes, I know some people don’t like the pink emphasis, but I do.

Six years ago at this time, I was newly diagnosed with breast cancer. I had two weeks where I knew before I could widely tell people because I hadn’t seen a surgeon yet and did not know The Plan. During that time, I had a couple of days at the university I attended, Texas A&M. It is where my dad went to school and my brother. It is where I met my husband. It is where I met some of my still best friends. It is the undergraduate university for all three of our children. Woven throughout my Aggie experience is the Corps of Cadets at A&M.

The cadets now wear pink carnations at a home football game each year to increase breast cancer awareness. Six years ago, at a home football game, in the midst of the crowds, I sat down on a curb in the shadow of the football stadium and lost it. I wept for all the not-knowing I was in the midst of. I wept for all I feared I might miss. I wept because I was weeping in public on a curb at an event that was supposed to be fun. I wept because cadets have to wear pink carnations.

Last Saturday, six years later, I found myself standing in a spot very close to the same spot where I lost it. Since then, I’ve finished treatment, thanks in part to a new test (The Breast Cancer Index) which gave my doctor more information about my specific response to treatment. I’ve benefitted personally from advancements made due to the hype/funds raised and spotlight on this disease.

In the last six years, I’ve worn lots of pink. I’ve seen two children graduate from college, our daughter get her Master’s degree and our youngest graduate from high school. I helped plan and attended our daughter’s wedding. I was there (right there) for the birth of our first grand baby and now am excited about another one on the way. It’s true! And in and out of all that, lots of sweet, precious, normal life.  This time as I stood in that  same spot, instead of melthing, I was watching our third child as drummer in the Aggie Band.

In that six year time frame, I’ve lost two friends, Lina and Sharon, to breast cancer. I’ve seen others diagnosed and fight back (Rhonda, Robin, Vickie, Tana, Melissa, Terri, Kim, Stephanie and Kenda.). I’ve been encouraged by another tribe of  women who  fought the disease before me. They inspired me by being happy, healthy and telling me I’d get past this. One even told me, “You’ll one day have days where you won’t even think about it,” She was right.

Pink matters to me.The ribbons and the hype supports us in the fight. It honors my journey and the journey of so many.

This weekend the entire Corps of Cadets at Texas A&M once again wore pink carnations. This time our youngest son wore one. He was 13 when I was diagnosed. I wore my new pink Aggie breast cancer shirt even though most everyone else was in maroon. My husband had no trouble finding me this week in the crowds.

The back of my shirt says “There’s no place like hope.” That says it all. Cadets in carnations give me hope. Pink is hope. Thank God for hope.

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6 thoughts on “The Power of Pink

  1. Benita

    Thank you Cindy!

    On Mon, Oct 9, 2017 at 9:33 AM, drcindyryanblog wrote:

    > drcindyr posted: “It’s that time of year when pink takes over sports, > products, articles and all facets of media as we focus on how breast cancer > has or will change the lives of 1 in 8 women and many men. Yes, I know some > people don’t like the pink emphasis, but I do. Six” >

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  2. Dianne Brunner

    Cindy, I’m one who has never liked all the pink hype! Partly because my mother died of ovarian cancer. There is no Ovarian Cancer month, no Ovarian Cancer shirt, or color, etc. (And besides, I really am not fond of pink!)
    I’m not totally heartless, I have prayed for so many with all types of cancer.
    Intellectually, I know everything you said, but the way you said it, broke through the barriers! Thank you! I’m sitting here in tears, thankful to you! You always put things in perspective! Love you dearly! Thanks!

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  3. Bill Brott

    We’re all glad you made it Cindy. The world is a better place for it. P.S….If you have any doubts, let me assure you that several of your sermons hit home. To this day I cannot eat a Brown Sugar Pop Tart with a straight face.

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