Pink Ribbons

I have never had much use for ribbons. I wore a yellow one when Dominic was in Iraq and yet we still have troops there and the yellow ribbons are all but gone. The novelty often wears off, people forget.
There seems to be a ribbon for everything. Red, green, purple, blue you get it.
I get mad sometimes when I see the pink ones. I say take all the money you all spend on those damn pink ribbons and lets cure this or develop a vaccine. Yes it symbolizes survivors and all those women that we have lost. Sister, mothers, aunts, daughters, friends. Too many.

I have a friend. Not a close friend we arent that close but she is a good friend. I dont see her very often these days. This is not my story to tell it's hers. But she's facing something pretty scary. She's been thru more than the average bear and life has not been easy for her. She carries a lot on her shoulders every day. More than any of us ever know. And now... this. I can see the worry and fear on her face and it's not really about her it's about those around her. She has taken her mind to those places and has asked herself those "what if" questions I can tell. And she dare not speak them, then she would fall apart and she does not want to go there.

I am helpless. What can I do? Pray. Ok. Done. Listen. I will. Hug her. If/When she needs them. Wear a pink ribbon? No! Not for her. She's not a pink girl and that to me is not going to get her thru this.
I am mad about it, this should not be something she's dealing with now. Not her.
Not that any woman, wife, mother should. But to me especially not her.
Until she gets the answers. Until she knows what's going on. Until she puts this demon to bed. I don't need any pink ribbons to be reminded of her and how strong she is.