Bismillah. Today is 26th October and we are encouraged to show our support for breast cancer campaign. I’ve heard a lot from TV, individuals and many more about breast cancer. Awful stories generally but still, there are some inspiring stories, wanting others to take care of themselves.

It’s not just about breast. It’s about life and death. It’s about education and self-awareness and self-esteem. It’s about women.

Living in Malay culture makes some of us feel insecure, ashamed and inferior to go for breast checking ( I don’t know much about other culture since my circle is just that). We had pillow and educational talk about this. It was brilliant and eye-opener. Pity others who are not educated and never being told about this. Those who undergo traditional and unhygienic treatments. Those who leave their small children and husband.

Women usually tell when the symptoms have gone really bad: the breast has misshapen, produces smelly liquids, eczematoid changes at the skin of the nipples, weight loss and many more. So sad to hear about the pain and stuffs, but yeah, as a husband, you should aware of the changes of your wife (if you love her enough).

Right, let’s be pink and merry. Have an interesting story. During Michael’s class, Faye came in with her blonde wig, big fake boobs (It’s G cup mind you!) and pink dress. She merrily said “I’m Jordan today and I’m collecting donation for breast cancer campaign. I see some of you are wearing pink”. So cool. Faye gave a few minutes of good laugh during Michael’s session.

So yeah, it’s not an annual thingy. It should be ongoing and be continued. I think Malaysia should have a mobile breast mammogram check service for free. It’s quite weird Pak Lah didn’t do much about this, because he said he was painful and lonely when his wife died because of breast cancer.

Just in case you forgot, here’s the excerpt I copied from Wikipedia:

On October 20, 2005, Abdullah’s wife, Endon Mahmood, died from breast cancer. Endon discovered she had breast cancer in 2003 while her twin sister Noraini who had earlier been diagnosed with the disease died in January 2003. She received treatment in the United States and returned to Malaysia 18 days before her death. She is buried at the Muslim cemetery, at Taman Selatan, Precinct 20, Putrajaya.

Well, never mind him. I’m wearing pink.

PS: I deliberately make the picture looks blurry. Lalalala~

Also read: Alin’s entry of the same topic.