A Tribute To Those Of Us Affected By Breast Cancer
I could not let October pass without addressing Breast Cancer Awareness. At this point I wonder if there are any of us
who do not know of someone that has been affected by this horrible disease. Whether it be our mother, aunt, sister, wife or friend we’ve seen someone go through it. We know of survivors and unfortunately we know of women who have lost their lives. I think it is a good thing that so much attention is being paid to the disease. However, despite all the media attention the fact still remains that breast cancer is still the leading cause of cancer death for Black women. We develop the disease at a younger age than white women and while white women are more likely to get the disease, Black women are more likely to die from it.
Why is it that we are more likely to die from it? Recent studies suggest that breast cancer might appear in a more deadly form among Black women. Yet, doctors and patients agree that the major reason was summed up by Morehouse Medical School President Dr. Louis Sullivan that “Minority women, particularly Black women, do not have sufficient access to breast cancer information or screening facilities.” The research indicates that breast cancer outcomes for African-American women might be improved by lowering the recommended age of initial screening from 40 years to 33 years, the age at which the percentage of African-American women who develop breast cancer is similar to the percentage of Caucasian women in whom the disease develops under 40 years of age.
you? Are you bored with the monotony of your current routine? Have you ever done a fast forward in your mind to 10 years from now and thought “It’s got to get better than this!” Or are you content with your current routine but still feel there is more that you were put here for? Well, I’m writing this blog to encourage everyone to consider redefining your life and your goals. Now make no mistakes, I am not a therapist nor am I a financial planner. But I am a woman in hot pursuit of her passion. I don’t have all the answers but what I learn along the way I share freely. We are living in a time where working one job for 20-30 plus years and retiring comfortably is no longer a guarantee. For many people of my generation it no longer even seems to be an aspiration. There are still some careers out there that are pretty stable but so many of us received a rude awakening in the last two or three years when it came to employment. Here’s the deal…it’s time to step out on faith people and start silencing the voice inside that’s telling you “You can’t get anywhere doing that. Are you crazy?” I’m challenging everybody to sit down and listen to the other voice, the feeling, the desire to be a jewelry designer, to start that non-profit organization, to open that business, to open that barber shop and make use of your talents and passions.I see it going on all around me. This month my best friend had her grand-opening for her personal training business. It all came into fruition within half a year. She decided she was going to do it. She applied for the materials to take the test for her certification, she studied, passed the test, shopped around for a studio and BAM…next thing you know
Initially there was not going to be a second blog this week. But I was inspired by the comments left by both the brothers and sisters on my previous entry. I came down a little hard on the brothers this time. But they owned up to what was true and made known the parts they disagreed with. I always love getting insight from Black men. It’s awesome when you guys open up to us. A valid point was made by one of the sisters as well. She said “Relationship 101″ should be a mandatory class taken in grade school. That is funny because friends of mine know that when/if I decide to be in a relationship the brother has to show me that he has taken and passed that exact course with nothing less than a B+. That has been my mantra for quite some time now. Show me the report card honey! But another important comment was made publicly on my site and similar ones were sent privately to me. The most important thing we can do for the young, Black & single dating scene is to LOVE OURSELVES! Self love is imperative and it’s the magic answer to the final exam in Relationship 101. You know like answering “C” on the S.A.T’s. There’s a high probability that if you love yourself and couple that with the love of a higher power then you will pass the class with flying colors.
home was to go online & check it out. You just don’t understand…well, you probably do understand that the Huxtables were a monumental piece of my childhood. Rudy and I are the same age. I literally grew up with that show. Think what you want about Bill Cosby but it cannot be denied that he did a stellar job of showing white, Black & all of America that Black people get married, go to work and love and raise their children just like everyone else.
months ago that for one year, they would try to patronize only black-owned businesses. The “Empowerment Experiment” is the reason John had to suffer for hours with a stomach ache and Maggie no longer gets that brand-name lather when she washes her hair. A grocery trip is a 14-mile odyssey.
Black mothers are grieving on this day and all year round because they lost their sons to the hands of another Black man. No hugs will be given. No flowers, no cards, no dinner, no jewelry, no “Mama I love you” will be heard. What they will have is a R.I.P t-shirt though. I mean they carried a child for nine months, nurtured him, raised him and sent him out into the world only for his life to be violently taken away for the most frivolous reason. What do they have to show for all their love & efforts? A damn t-shirt.
to be alive. I was going to write this long elaborate blog that went through the events of my twenties. But I got half way through and was like “I’m really not feeling this.” I don’t want to bore anyone with all the juicy details of what went on in my twenties. I’m sure nobody wants to hear that. However, I will say that the funny part about it is that a lot of the juicy stories happened at 28 and 29. But things are back level now so don’t worry.
this. Turning 30 has been liberating. So far 30 has been acceptance of life as it has come and looking forward to what’s in store. It feels very good too. Still, I notice that my choice of not yet having children seems to make me strange to quite a few people. It has caused me to receive threats from my mother. See, I’m an only child and she is not happy about the fact that I haven’t produced her any grandchildren. Last week she called to tell me that she will only be passing out Cleverspeaks.com flyers to potential son-in-laws down in ATL. Yeah, she’s real serious about this. Sorry Ma. I’ll have to hide this blog from her because it’s just not looking too good for her right now. It doesn’t stop there though. Last week a woman told me I might want to start freezing my eggs. Yup. Sure did. I’m like “Geez, I’m 30 not 60. I have been accused of being selfish and if you know me you know I am the complete opposite. I’ve been asked if I even like kids. Come on now. Like O.D.B. I’m for the children! Anybody who knows me knows that I love children. I also increasingly run into people who ask me if there is something wrong with me because I don’t have children. I have been asked if I am frigid, per se, but with much more “vivid” terminology. Finally, I get the scowls of “What are you waiting for?” or “Do you even wants kids?” Well, I’m not frigid, won’t conceive till I jump the broom someday and yes I DO want kids…eventually.