I don't know about you, but I found nothing pink about breast cancer, its treatments or its aftermath. It is hell on earth and delicate, little pink pieces of polyester satin do not emerge from its battlefield. Victors do. Women who have faced down death and now face the world with a steely determination that is unmatched by anything on this earth except for maybe one thing: Platinum.
Platinum is described as one of the strongest metals on earth. It is called "dense, ductile, malleable, precious and transitional." Let's take a look at those words:
Dense - which is intense and extreme
Ductile - which is able to undergo change of form without breaking
Malleable - which is adaptable
Precious - which is highly esteemed for some rare quality, beloved and dear
Transitional - to change from one state or position to another seamlessly.
What do you think? You- who have heard the words "you have breast cancer" and gone on to fight it, survive it and live the best life after it - do you feel like a flimsy, piece of synthetic fluff? Or are you intense, adaptable, of rare quality, able to undergo change without breaking?
I have had breast cancer twice. I don't do pink. I'm platinum, baby. Pure, shining, brilliant and strong as hell.
Join me in making PLATINUM the symbol of breast cancer- if we must have a symbol at all.