Yep, I really did see pink. Before I could get close enough for a good look I thought it was one of those pink tow trucks that I've heard about from some of my friends. I totally wasn't expecting to see a firetruck. A big, bold pink fire truck!!!! And not just one but FOUR!!!
It was a very moving moment to see the four fire trucks and to learn what it was all about. The odd black spots on the surface are names that people have written on the trucks. What it is all about is simply cancer. These trucks tour the country and help to raise money for women who have cancer. It's amazing.
As a woman who's had cancer although an easily fixed type twice and a few scares that involved surgery and the terms precancerous and we believe we got it all from a masked surgeon during the coming out of anesthesia haze. I can't begin to describe the emotions I felt upon seeing these vehicles and hearing what it was all about. I don't cry very easily. Especially when it comes to medical stuff I've gotten through and moved beyond (23, 15 and 8 years); but I couldn't help it. The overwhelming feeling that was a mix of humbled selfish "I'm not alone" with frustration, concern, and panic of "Why are there so many"...
Yes, I know my experiences with cancer wasn't much of anything at all. I know that it was a very easy cake walk of sorts because it was treated so easily and quick to fix. (3 different surgeries and a dose of chemical specific for the type) Therefore it doesn't count and maybe the ones who say it are right. All I know is it was very emotional to see the truck and have visual proof that I am not alone as a woman who has the big awful C for cancer branded on her medical file.
To learn more about these beautiful pink firetrucks you can go here.