Steve Jobs' death was just announced. In a month awash with pink for one of only many types of cancers, I can't help but be pissed.
Are we really working to cure cancer or are we creating industries that thrive on its very existence? How many pharmaceutical companies would be gone in the face of a cure? It's a disturbing thought, but one that crosses my mind as I see every pink ribbon, pink t-shirt, pink Kitchen-Aid mixer, pink magnet stuck to the back of another SUV spewing exhaust from a fossil-fuel powered vehicle, pink foil lid on a Yoplait yogurt laden with rBGH until 2009.
Where would we be without cancer?
Maybe I'm jaded. With three maternal generations of breast cancer in my family, a best friend dead at 34 of breast cancer, another friend dead in her thirties of cervical cancer, and a husband dead at forty of lymphoma, I've had my fill, and I'm fairly certain that I'm not done.
Stop sticking magnets on your car. Stop buying pink hats. We're all aware of cancer.
Start preventing cancer. Start finding the cause.
I'm tired of burying people I love.
Some organizations that don't pinkwash: