I reactivated my old Facebook account. I knew better…but, I did it anyway.
I have a very hard time with Pinktober. It has nothing to do with raising awareness for breast cancer. It has to do with a large number of organizations and companies cashing in on cancer. Losing my middle sister to breast cancer and knowing my younger sister is fighting the same strain has made me more vocal. To some, I’m jaded.
People need to understand there is not equal medical treatment, insurance or affordability nationwide. That being said, I DO NOT agree to universal health care. I am merely pointing out what I know as fact in California.
I will not tolerate “breast cancer awareness cookies”. Making cookies in the shapes of obnoxious looking boobs or making them looked squished (like a mammogram would do) is not ok in my book.
Now, I worked full-time through my chemo treatments. I was out of work a total of two weeks and that was to have the tumor removed. I still worked, every day; from the hospital and at home. I could not afford to live on disability. Reluctantly, I had to start a gofundme account to pay for chemo. I couldn’t afford it on my own. I deleted the account after my last chemo payment was made. Oh wait…most people don’t know my husband was out of work for two months last winter; and was taken by ambulance and hospitalized. Nothing like more financial strain….
As you know, I recently had to purchase another vehicle. I chose a sports car. I was upside down on my trade, I had horrible credit. The fact I was financed was nothing more than a miracle. My car looks nice, but in reality, it’s the same price as a Honda. I figure, I’ve lost so much to such a horrible disease, have been through hell this last year, it’s time to live. At this point, I do not know if I live to finish making the car payments. That’s MY reality.
Yet, someone still felt the need to sit in judgement of me. Saying my car is too nice. Those mods I’ve done are expensive. Well, my husband has a challenger five years older than mine. He did a lot of the work and had spare parts. He’s also been doing show cars for over 25 years and has a lot of industry friends. We don’t pay full price for anything. I also work two jobs. That’s right. I have had cancer for a year, been off chemo for six months and picked up my second job three months after finishing chemo.
I was basically called a scam artist for having two separate parts of my life judged as the same; chemo payments and car payments. What gives anyone the right?!
Am I jaded about the medical industry – DAMN RIGHT I AM! I also have good reason. I have not been shy about what I have gone through. I do not have great care. I am not a good patient and have been punished for that. I have been punished for demanding that doctors and their staff allow me to be in control of my body and treatment.
I can’t stop anyone from judging me, but I’ll be damned if I am to keep quiet on the medical world’s shortcomings or the scams of Pinktober. Just because it’s pink or coming from a charity, does not mean their intentions are good or the true patients are receiving anywhere near what is being collected.
If you are God, you may judge me. If not…a little empathy and allowing me to vent won’t kill you. But by hell or high water, you are not entitled to judge me (or anyone else; for that matter)!