I was asked by a fellow blogger if I would participate in a Breast Cancer Awareness Month by sharing some manicures directly related. I am going to be bluntly honest. I didn't want to do it. You see, my Nana died of breast cancer when I was about 17. She was everything to me and the absolute center of my family. I spent every possible moment at her house growing up and I loved her deeply. We would walk to Woolworth's (she couldn't drive) and eat at their counter. I spent the night and watched tv, and picked green beans in her backyard for a penny a bean. We would go with my grandpa fishing and I would dig for sand crabs for them. I have a million memories of her.
Apparently, unknown to me at the time, she had found a lump in her breast and had gone to the doctor about it. They completely dismissed it and told her it was nothing. She got a second opinion and they didn't listen either. By the time someone bothered listening, it must have been too late. She had TWO mastectomies and she still died.
I was heartbroken and ANGRY. Where was the justice in this world? What kind of idiotic doctors dismiss something like a lump in your breast? Could her life have been saved if she had competent doctors?
My family of relatives hasn't been the same since she passed about 25 years ago. Her house was the hub of all activity and it died when she did. I will always regret not being old enough to be able to grab a doctor by the throat and force him to listen.
Maybe medicine wasn't as advanced in the late 80's as it is now. I don't know. I didn't realize how upset I really was until I started seeing the pink ribbon popping up these past few years and some irrational part of me wanted nothing to do with it. It was too late for Nana. She didn't survive. Why should I care now? I still partially feel this way. I know it isn't rational. At all. Raising awareness and money can help many people. Apparently, I am still dealing with the loss and I didn't realize it until I was asked to participate in bringing awareness to this evil and destructive disease.
But maybe, just maybe, by participating and getting over my feelings of injustice and anger, I can help someone else by sharing my story and my loss. Go get checked before it's too late. Make sure you have competent doctors around you. FIRE them if they don't listen! You are their customer! Get a second opinion! Medicine has advanced tremendously these past 25 years. Take advantage of it.
|RIP Martha Yana Lazo. I WILL see you again in heaven.|