I have not been keeping up with this blog lately because I have been super busy with school work (I'm in my last semester, due to graduate in December.  Woot woot!)  The following is a post I made on my personal Facebook page this evening.  I hope to start posting more here when my classes are finally done.


 #𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗖𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗔𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀

As Pinktober comes to a close this week, I hope that I have given you some more substantial awareness than the fact that breast cancer exists. It's not a pink frilly sorority; it's deadly. 1 out of 8 women will get breast cancer. Of those, 1 in 3 will become metastatic. 97%-99% of people (because men get breast cancer, too) whose cancer is metastatic will die from it. Where did I get my statistics? https://www.metavivor.org/.../metastatic-breast.../....
Remember -- Metastatic=StageIV=Terminal.
As my last thought this October, I leave you with this:




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