From the first moment my wife discovered
she had breast cancer, there was a deafening silence from the men I know. Even
ones whose wives, mothers or girlfriends had breast cancer seemed to have
received a gag order from some Central Cancer Command and did little more than
mumble about the experience. Not one to shut up for any known reason, I started
this blog…
Many of you saw
this on Face Book a few days ago:
Then you
followed the obscene requests by numerous individuals who thought that, while
pictures of naked women, scantily clad women, women posing suggestively, and pure
porn on Face Book is OK, fine, very fine, wonderful, just what I needed, and
all in fun; women showing the results of breast cancer surgery was “naughty”.
You cannot
imagine my rage – though some people could because there was such a back whiplash
that I hope the people who thought that the bravery of this woman was obscene
have to pick their heads up down the street.
Everyone knows
but no one says that if she had posted a photo of herself PRIOR to her
surgeries that the number of downloads would have busted Face Book’s servers.
The Face Book
corporation FINALLY got it right: “The social networking site has left the
images intact, however, because their intent is clearly educational and not
sexual in nature (although Facebook famously hasn't been so supportive of mastectomy patients in
the past).”
I applaud this
woman with every ounce of my spirit. I applaud Face Book for making the right
choice.
Words fail me
when I contemplate the inhuman monsters who cried “inappropriate” and those who
defriended this woman – the very same people who had friended her…I’d written
something else here but I don’t think that it can go on Face Book, either…prior
to her surgeries.
Sometimes
Humanity appalls me. Then I think of the bravery of Beth Whaanga, of my wife,
of the millions of other breast cancer survivors and their support groups…and I
relax, realizing that there ARE many good people in this world.
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