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A Pink Ribbon

A Pink Ribbon

October is breast cancer awareness month. The city where I live places plastic flamingos out to signify donations for the cause. It draws attention and helps generate donations for research. By the end of October the pink flamingos are planted through out the city.

A Pink Ribbon

A Pink Ribbon
by P. J. LaRue

She wore a pink ribbon, but not in her hair.
As loved ones’ memories of her they did share.
The celebration of her life brought sad tears,
The “C” word wrought death; it’s the worst of our fears.

The data is bleak, and those concerns we share.
She wore a pink ribbon, but not in her hair.
One in eight, in her lifetime, will have breast cancer.
But mammograms bring hope for the right answer.

She knew to self-check monthly, and without fail.
Locks of Love will receive her long ponytail.
She wore a pink ribbon, but not in her hair.
She cut the silky strands, and shaved her head bare.

As research funds are raised, we hope for the best.
Let “C” mean cure, and lay the ribbons to rest.
In the future when just memories are there
She will wear pink ribbons, in her glossy hair.

A Pink Ribbon

Copyright © PJ LaRue, Inc. 2012

A Pale Blue Ribbon

Did you know that September is prostate cancer awareness month?

 

A Pale Blue Ribbon

 

He wore a pale blue ribbon on his lapel, but no one knew why.
“He looks like he’s sleeping,” they say, while in his coffin he does lie.
His teammates toasted the tough linebacker by raising their glasses,
And talked about the time he intercepted those slant screen passes.

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Her Angel Wings – Battling Ovarian Cancer – Part 1

Her Angel Wings – Battling Ovarian Cancer – Part 1

This post is about how my mom earned her angel wings battling ovarian cancer. But first, I’d like to tell you a little about my mom. Her name was Sandi, and she was born in Hawaii before Pearl Harbor was attacked, but was too young to remember that. Purple was her favorite color and she hated it when I’d pick flowers for her because the flowers would die before their natural deaths.

Mom was raised in Missouri and moved to Florida when she was about eighteen. She eloped with my father when she was nineteen. She stayed with my dad for nineteen years even though he was an alcoholic who sometimes abused her. She said she never regretted eloping with him because she wouldn’t have had the three of us if she hadn’t married him. She taught me to look for men who would treat me right, not how she was treated. Then she finally left my dad and married my step-father when I was fifteen. She had some good years with my step-dad. Twenty-one to be exact. He treated her like she should have been treated during the early parts of her life, but wasn’t. Of course, they had some issues, what couple doesn’t? 

Her Angel Wings - Battling Ovarian Cancer - Part 1
My Step-dad, Harold, with my Mom, Sandi

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