Originally posted on October 13, 2010. Re-posting in honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month. There are plenty of comments on the original post (including the one I reference at the bottom of this re-post).
Too many in my life have had breast cancer. Most have lost one or both of their breasts. One lost her breasts and then her life. She was 33.
I used to think that looking for a “cure” was the answer to the cancer problem and was a worthy focus of attention. Now, I wish that much more effort was put into awareness and prevention than the pipe dream of a cure. While a cure is a nice idea and I, of course, want there to be a cure – today if possible -, the reality is that there won’t be one today. Or tomorrow. Or even next year. And in the meantime, there are women (and some men) fighting for their health and their lives, most of them with no family history of breast cancer. There are carriers of the BRCA gene that must make decisions about treatment before the cancer has even shown itself (and that is only if they made the decision to get their DNA tested for the gene).
I also used to think campaigns that focused on breasts were cute and fine. “Save the Tatas” made me giggle. They don’t make me giggle anymore.
There are survivors living with conditions and scars (both physically and emotionally) that remind them daily of the cancer that haunted their bodies and minds, that continue to haunt them with every check-up at the oncologist’s office or every daily morning prevention pill. Focusing on breasts and breasts alone obscures the reality and the faces of the people who are at the center of the fight against breast cancer. It reminds the survivors who either don’t have their breasts or have scars across the breasts they do have that they are now not as wholly feminine as they once were (and they never will be). They may have beaten the cancer but they lost their breasts, the things everyone seems to actually care about.
And for those who don’t survive their cancer, well, I think they, more than any other group, show how silly a focus on breasts/titties/tatas/jugs is.
[Plus, this bothers me also for the simple reason that since this is a cancer that mainly strikes women, it has to be about the body part, a body part that is so hyper-sexualized in our society that breastfeeding a child is a salacious public act. Oh, what would the menz do without the boobies to look at, fondle, and drool over? Save those tatas, ladies!]
So, this October, this month of Breast Cancer Awareness, PLEASE remember that we are focused on this because we want to SAVE THE WOMEN. We want to SAVE PEOPLE. We want to SAVE LIVES. Tatas – those would be nice to save if it’s possible. But fuck saving the tatas if you lose the woman.
On that note, I want to point to something I found out about today. The SCAR Project [Possibly NSFW]. From their website:
The SCAR Project is a series of large-scale portraits of young breast cancer survivors shot by fashion photographer David Jay. Primarily an awareness raising campaign, The SCAR Project puts a raw, unflinching face on early onset breast cancer while paying tribute to the courage and spirit of so many brave young women.
Dedicated to the more than 10,000 women under the age of 40 who will be diagnosed this year alone The SCAR Project is an exercise in awareness, hope, reflection and healing. The mission is three-fold: Raise public consciousness of early-onset breast cancer, raise funds for breast cancer research/outreach programs and help young survivors see their scars, faces, figures and experiences through a new, honest and ultimately empowering lens.
Clicking on this link will take you to their site where the images of these women with their breasts exposed immediately begin playing on a slideshow. Be prepared because you will witness what surviving breast cancer looks like for actual survivors. I love this project and I hope that it does bring more awareness to life after breast cancer. More than anything, I hope that it reminds people of the faces and the people who are affected by this cancer. That it brings our gaze upward from the chests to the eyes of the women looking back at us from these photos.
Those afflicted with breast cancer aren’t tatas. They are women. They are fighters. And hopefully, they are survivors.
If you are looking for a place to donate money to help in the fight against breast cancer, I suggest looking into the Breast Cancer Research Foundation and the American Cancer Society (the latter per Courtney’s suggestion in the comments).