I’ll be honest — my involvement here with Think Pink Photography did not come because I’ve been personally affected by Breast Cancer.
So, why am I a part of Think Pink Photography? I’m involved because I feel called to be involved – when our founder, Tennille King, put out the message that she was looking for applications for various positions, I was immediately interested. I’d read the information, consider applying, then think “Are you crazy? You have a full time job, a fledgeling photography business, not to mention the most important piece of the pie, my husband and 2 young daughters. Where will you find the time?” So I did that quite a few times – read, consider, tell myself I’m crazy. I just kept feeling PULLED to read Tennille’s info every few days…finally I listened to my heart: I was re-reading it so many times, not able to put it out of my head, because I was being led to be involved. I couldn’t NOT get involved — something, or someone, was telling me, “You’re not crazy, silly. Get involved, or I’ll make you read this again in 3 days!”
So, here I am. Crazy? I still think maybe. Has my life been touched by cancer? Yes, it has. I lost my father, John Tscherne, on March 29, 2002 at the age of 49 to Anal-Rectal Cancer. He was diagnosed on 8/31/2001 at Stage IV. Nine short months later, his struggle was over.
So, while I do not have experience with Breast Cancer, I know what Cancer does to a family. Also? I have breasts (imaging that! I’m a woman, with…breasts!!!). Plus, I have 2 daughters, a Mom, a sister, nieces, friends, relatives… So, I guess I am saying that I have a lot of people in my heart who have, or someday will have, breasts.
I’ve been called, and I’m involved.
(This is me. Normally I’m in sweatpants with a crazy ponytail on top of my head, because my hair is too short for a real ponytail. That’s not the picture I wanted to post though, ok?)
My first Think Pink Session had me in tears – her name is Dawn, she is in her 20’s. She’d lost her mother to cancer, her son had battled leukemia 2 times, and then she found a lump in her breast. How much can one young woman handle? I did not meet a depressed woman, or a woman crying “Why me?” I met a woman, around my age, a mother, like me. I loved her clothes, admired her strenght, and thought she brought some really cute bras and underwear with her! She has hope, and she has youth – she showed me that having Breast Cancer doesn’t make you “other” – she’s still the same person, but amplfied.
Here is the image of Dawn we submitted to Think Pink back in May 2008