I grew up in the 1940s and 1950s in Niagara Falls, New York, home to inexpensive hydroelectric power and many chemical manufacturing plants. It was a time when the effects of chemical pollutants on our bodies were not well understood.
Focusing on preventing breast cancer was helping me get my life back.
Now, Ann avoids the parade of pink walkers and product promotions. She feels they trumpet a superficial notion of “awareness,” even if some groups do good things with the money raised and promote great solidarity among survivors and families.
On this 10th anniversary of being a breast cancer survivor, I celebrate not just a milestone, but also the return of once again being in charge of my life.
The answer, of course, is no, according to just about everyone except the chemical industry and the metal packaging industry.