For as long as I can remember, I have seen pink ribbons everywhere, especially in October. The only difference now is that their meaning for me changed because of my personal experience having breast cancer. There is no way to really tell people what it feels like to be told you have cancer, any kind of cancer. The emotions are just too big, too scary to describe them.
The one thing I have gotten better at explaining (and accepting) is support. Now I am not talking about the high five after a game kind of support. I am talking about the support of being lifted up when you are at your worst. I am describing the support of having an entire army, an entire county rooting for you down the scary dark road where sometimes their smiles are the only light you see. This is why I started Paint the Town pink.
While you are reading this, I will be having reconstructive surgery, hopefully my last of so many surgeries in the past two years. On my way home and in the coming weeks when I see our town turning pink, I promise I will feel hope, I will feel strength, and I will feel supported by what you all may look at as a simple color. To my pink sisters and brothers, we will feel your support, your love, and will be lifted up by that color.
Thank you all for painting the town pink!