Every October, we’re inundated with the color pink. It’s Breast Cancer Awareness month and it has become a circus. Even Star Magazine is in the act. You can read about John Travolta’s homosexual trysts, starting on page 42, and shop from the Breast Cancer Awareness Shopping Guide on page 60, where you’ll find a pink plaid straightening iron, a pink mug and pink cosmetic sponges.
The thousands of companies hawking these pink products promise to donate part of their proceeds to fund breast cancer research or support for survivors. But where is all this money really going? Why does Dr. Vincent Tuohy, from the esteemed Cleveland Clinic, have to plead for $16,000,000 from the government and foundations so he can put his promising breast cancer prevention vaccine into clinical trial?
“I guess I’m getting cynical, and definitely have had my opinions colored by watching a younger sister die from ovarian cancer, but I have to ask why isn’t there tons of cash sitting around for people like Dr. Tuohy? There are pink ribbons everywhere! There are runs/walks/jewelry sales/foundations/yogurt lids/NFL sponsored pink team shirts/pink/websites, etc., etc., etc!! Where is all the money??
As my sister suffered for almost six years with her disease, she lamented that you couldn’t open a magazine, watch TV, shop, have lunch at work, open email, or anything without being smacked in the face with a request for funding breast cancer research –one result is that people with ALL kinds of cancer cannot forget for even one moment about their disease and that’s almost criminal. Let them have some peace! Although my sister felt all the “pink ribbons” were a daily burden, she said it would be worthwhile if the money really went to research and cures. Where is the money?? Has the public been played?
Are women buying a certain brand of yogurt because they think the 10 cents the company sends to cancer research is a good deed? You spend over 40 cents to mail the darned lid!! Post Tuohy’s address and let people send him money instead of going to charity balls, running around towns with pink shirts, pink sneakers, buying yogurt, and tormenting cancer patients with an endless barrage of “Cancer” at every turn.