One evening, with a Starbucks in one hand and a pink pen in the other, I got newsy.
I researched the pink ribbon and remembered my own journey.
The piece got past a couple of editors. Even with my writing style which is riddled with fragments. It’s remarkable, really.
I researched the pink ribbon and remembered my own journey.
The piece got past a couple of editors. Even with my writing style which is riddled with fragments. It’s remarkable, really.
I was asked to be a guest columnist with The Augusta Chronicle’s Columbia County News Times, and to talk about Breast Cancer Awareness Month. I am not a breast cancer survivor, however I faced ovarian cancer at age 29, while 8 months pregnant. And over the last 16 years, in ministry and in everyday life I have walked alongside hundreds of cancer patients.
In today’s guest column I reflect on the question, Why Pink?
Share it, and remember that the pink ribbon ties us all together this month.
