I'm part of an exclusive club. The breast cancer club. Granted, not one I would've ever thought about joining, but one life signed me up for anyway.
The thing about this club is that every member knows another member upon sight, even if they haven't met before.
It's a knowing smile or a nod walking down the street, sitting in the waiting room at the doctors, curling up in the chemo chairs or passing each other walking in and out of the radiation centre.
Women who have been a member of this club are very good at spotting other members. Newer members like myself are a little slower identifying more experienced members. How do I know? Last week at the supermarket I was pushing a crazy trolley down the freezer aisle. A lady that I guessed to be in her 50s said to me, "It'll be alright." I just smiled back, in my own little world, until she said, "I've been through it too. Twice." Then it clicked. We stopped and had a chat. She's been in the clear for about five years now. Always like to hear that.
Although the breast cancer club isn't one that women are rushing out to join, it's one that members everywhere have embraced, and are lucky to have the love, support and experience of one another.
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The first Breast Cancer Awareness stamp in the U.S., featuring a pink ribbon, was issued 1996. As it did not sell well, a new stamp with an emphasis on research was designed. The new stamp does not feature the pink ribbon.
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