I always hated the color pink. My parents overwhelmed my wardrobe with shades of fuchsia, magenta, and coral— pink—and once I was old enough to recognize it, I decided I’d never wear it again. It didn’t matter how cute or cool the outfit was. I wasn’t wearing it if it was pink.
Now, pink has an entirely different meaning, and no, I’m not talking about the Victoria’s Secret clothing line. I remember during my sophomore year of high school I was given a pink ribbon to wear on my marching band uniform to support a classmate’s mom who had recently been diagnosed with breast cancer. That ribbon remains on my duffle bag today.
Pink is probably the first color that I ever associated with cancer (another reason to hate it). After all, breast cancer is the number one cancer faced by women in the United States with the exception of skin cancer. An estimated 227,000 American women were diagnosed with breast cancer in 2012 alone—one of them my close friend’s mom.
As I stood with other members of LVC’s Colleges Against Cancer organization in the Arnold Sports Complex last night I couldn’t help but smile. I stood amazed at the top of the stadium as I looked at the crowd of people normally sporting blue and white covered in shades of pink from head to toe. Women and men, children and adults, professors and other athletes gathered at the women’s basketball game to participate in LVC’s 6th annual Pink Game, which raises money and awareness for breast cancer. I stood because I couldn’t find an empty seat.
Cancer changes everything; even your favorite color. I’ll admit that I was also covered from head to toe in pink last night. From my shoes to my shirt designed specifically for the game, pink was the only way to describe my outfit and I was ecstatic.
There’s just something about being a part of an event like the Pink Game that can’t be explained. Being surrounded by people all there willing to help and donate any money they can is overwhelming. We were constantly thanked by attendants for our help in hosting the event but all we could reply was “No, thank you for coming.” While we put the event together it would have been nothing without participation from the students, staff, and community.
The funds and awareness raised by LVC’s Pink Game will not go unnoticed. Actually I’m happy to announce that yesterday, the same day that I saw our sports arena packed full of a community fighting back against cancer, my friend’s mom received her last breast cancer radiation treatment. We will make a difference by raising awareness—it takes time, effort, love, support, and a little color—Pink.
Now, pink has an entirely different meaning, and no, I’m not talking about the Victoria’s Secret clothing line. I remember during my sophomore year of high school I was given a pink ribbon to wear on my marching band uniform to support a classmate’s mom who had recently been diagnosed with breast cancer. That ribbon remains on my duffle bag today.
Pink is probably the first color that I ever associated with cancer (another reason to hate it). After all, breast cancer is the number one cancer faced by women in the United States with the exception of skin cancer. An estimated 227,000 American women were diagnosed with breast cancer in 2012 alone—one of them my close friend’s mom.
As I stood with other members of LVC’s Colleges Against Cancer organization in the Arnold Sports Complex last night I couldn’t help but smile. I stood amazed at the top of the stadium as I looked at the crowd of people normally sporting blue and white covered in shades of pink from head to toe. Women and men, children and adults, professors and other athletes gathered at the women’s basketball game to participate in LVC’s 6th annual Pink Game, which raises money and awareness for breast cancer. I stood because I couldn’t find an empty seat.
Cancer changes everything; even your favorite color. I’ll admit that I was also covered from head to toe in pink last night. From my shoes to my shirt designed specifically for the game, pink was the only way to describe my outfit and I was ecstatic.
There’s just something about being a part of an event like the Pink Game that can’t be explained. Being surrounded by people all there willing to help and donate any money they can is overwhelming. We were constantly thanked by attendants for our help in hosting the event but all we could reply was “No, thank you for coming.” While we put the event together it would have been nothing without participation from the students, staff, and community.
The funds and awareness raised by LVC’s Pink Game will not go unnoticed. Actually I’m happy to announce that yesterday, the same day that I saw our sports arena packed full of a community fighting back against cancer, my friend’s mom received her last breast cancer radiation treatment. We will make a difference by raising awareness—it takes time, effort, love, support, and a little color—Pink.
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