Isn't it a good signal.
The summer holiday was a relaxed period. We enjoyed one week
in Germany with children and grandchildren and we went together
to Switzerland to our favourite village Aeschi, just above the
Thunersee.
But in the meantime the 'normal' life started again.
Strange, but we occasionally realise that there is no normal life.
Life became for us something very special. The daily routine is
less boring as before. The sun is shining more often and not only
because we have a beautiful autumn in Holland.
But life is so fragile at the same time, the diagnoses of cancer is
constantly on your shoulders and the effect of the metastasis gives
backache at the end of every day.
This month the yearly Pink Ribbon campaign started again.
The first time that we realised the impact of breast cancer was in
2002 in Sydney. We walked the bridge to Darling Harbour and the
Pink Ribbon organization had decorated the bridge with thousands
of bra's. Later in the park we saw so many of the special ribbons
with the names of women who died from breastcancer.
Of course we bought this year the Dutch version of the Pink Ribbon
Magazine. You never saw so much glossy pink. After some pages the
number of glamorous pictures and pink advertisements start to be
repugnant to us. All the stories of the lucky ones that had a breast
conserving surgery are glossy, but the reality for so many other
women living with metastasis and the uncertainty for the future is
absolutely not glossy at all.
At the end of this month another bone scan will give new information
about the actual situation. We hope it will be glossy enough to bring
in that imaginary personal magazine Jet deserves.
