To Love and Cherish: Thoughts on Black Women and Breast Cancer

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Image courtesy of scottchan/ FreeDigitalPhotos.net.

Ten years ago, I lost a very close friend and colleague to breast cancer. I met her in graduate school, and like so many of the women I met there, she became like family to me. My friend, C.W., had worked as a nurse for many years while raising her family. She went back to school and got another degree in history. She then decided she wanted to attend graduate school and have a second career as a professor.

She told very few people about her diagnosis. I guess she didn’t want people to feel pity for her. In spite of treatment, the cancer spread to other parts of her body. However, she kept right on attending classes and teaching until she went into the hospital for the last time. I often think of how caring she was, calling to check on my husband after he had minor surgery, when she must have been in so much pain herself.

C.W.’s death made me more aware of breast cancer and the devastating impact it has on African American women. Breast cancer is the second most common type of cancer in women. (Skin cancer is the first.) Statistically, one in eight American women will develop invasive breast cancer. While white women generally have higher rates of breast cancer for all age groups (except under 40), black women are 50% more likely to die within three years. Certainly, that is, at least in part, due to disparities in access to health care. Hopefully, the Affordable Care Act’s provisions that health insurance plans cover preventive care (like mammograms) will lead to a reduction in mortality from this disease.

I became vigilant about encouraging those around me–my mother, my aunts, my friends–to do their monthly self-breast exams. I had a part-time job, and I asked a group of my co-workers if they were doing monthly exams. It was not surprising that they all said no, but they also seemed a bit offended by my question. It was as if I had asked them to engage in a lewd act. One of the women asked rhetorically, “Why would I want to do that when I’ve got a boyfriend?” It seemed ridiculous until I remembered that C.W. did not find the lump in her breast; her partner did.

I am not trying to imply that C.W. would have survived if she had been doing monthly exams herself. I am saying that C.W.–like my co-workers, like many black women I know and love–take care of everyone and everything but themselves. Let’s start to change that beginning today. Let’s love and cherish ourselves as we do our families. Let’s agree to do monthly self-breast exams. October, Breast Cancer Awareness Month, is a great time to start! Who’s with me?

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7 thoughts on “To Love and Cherish: Thoughts on Black Women and Breast Cancer

  1. I know the feeling of lose as well. My cousin passed away this May from breast cancer. I didn’t find out that she had it until after I got the diagnosis myself the end of last year. It was her second time with it, which made my decision for double mastectomy easier. I did my checks but for me I was stubborn about going to the doctor. You see it’s true what they say, “Nurses make for bad patients.” It is in me to care for others before myself. At the end of my shift I would be bursting at the seems to use the restroom because I hadn’t use it all day. Since I have had to be the patient I have been the best I can be. Even going through Chemo, surgery and radiation I found myself still putting others first when the doctors and nurses tell me to be selfish and think of me now. Even when some days I didn’t think I would make it. No one knew but God and I. Sorry for the gibberish LOL. Thanks for the support and telling friends, family, co workers, etc to check their boobs.

    • It is not gibberish at all! Thank you so much for your comment. And I’m so sorry for your loss. I know it was particularly difficult since you were dealing with your own diagnosis and treatment. I am sending you blessings, and I hope you will take that advice about being selfish. There is only one “you.” And you are irreplaceable.

  2. So many of us can speak to the horrors of breast cancer in our families. For me, both my maternal and paternal grandmothers passed away from breast cancer and my mother’s sister did as well. I was very close to my maternal grandmother and aunt (my paternal grandmother passed long before I was born) and the memory of them forever remains. The loss of them to cancer is really painful; my aunt’s especially since it was recent and I was unable to attend the funeral.

    What is the most important lesson I have learned from them all is the importance of staying vigilant in the fight against breast cancer. I had my first mammogram (a baseline mammogram) at 35 instead of 40 because of this family history.

    Thanks for sharing your story.

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