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My mom embraced the whole Pink thing. She bought the Cancer Beanie Baby. She has a pink ribbon bead on her bracelet. It’s the sort of thing she loves. I’m wearing a pink wrist band for her and a lime green lymphoma one for my friend’s daughter. I guess it’s a way to “channel” my thoughts and wishes towards them. Prayer, if you will.

But, I love the anger kit. More realistic. Excellent for those moments of realism.

There’s a book I want to read called “Pink Ribbons, Inc.: Breast Cancer and the Politics of Philanthropy” by Samantha King that looks at the growth of breast cancer philanthropy. But it also covers this (from the Booklist review):
“However admirable the effort to find a cure, King argues that it overwhelms efforts to learn how and why women get breast cancer and how it can be prevented. Prevention efforts could help more low-income women who lack the means to pay for treatment.”

That’s very intriquing.

I’m curious what men might get in a pink cult-equivalent giftpak, when they have prostate cancer… A travel size Old Spice after shave, a baby blue pillowcase, a small tin of chewing baccy, same tape–Meditation to Help with Chemotherapy, your last two condoms, a third “Celebration Condom” in case you get It back, and either a toy Ferrari or toy Harley.