OOC-Why there is no pink

I am Collateral Damage of Breast Cancer, and a potential pre-victim.

In 1977, my mother had her first radical mastectomy. After chemo, they said she was clear.
In 1980, she had her second radical mastectomy. She endured chemo, radiation, more chemo, and finally died 16 years later just past her 60th birthday.

In January, my sister was diagnosed, and was told that she will never be clear, but may be in remission for several more years.

My friends for the most part know this, and I don't like talking about it.

I am crying while writing this, and again some of you know what that means as well.

My issue is a personal one, as I remember the looks Mom got on that last family beach trip...the shirt that didn't quite hide the missing breast, the scar where they took out the lymph nodes.

Right now my doctor said that cancer is a statistical inevitability for me.

In the real world, I walked 4 laps for Relay for Life, and light my candles at the hospital in December.

4 laps.
Mom.
Sis.
Me.
My daughter, who managed through no fault of her own to get my genes.

Now you know.