FULL REVIEW COMING SOON

I am exhausted and I'm heading for bed.

Here is the latest list of theaters and festivals where Pink Ribbons Inc. will be shown.  The list grows every day so check back frequently if there is presently no location in close proximity to your home.

The movie is powerful.  It is eye opening.  We frequently blog or chat about much of what is in the movie.  Who hates pink. Who thinks there can never be enough pink.  I felt my back go up when I heard someone use the word PREVENT.  Ok. Really.  I was on the aisle and close enough to the front of the small theater where I MIGHT have been inclined to punch a hole in the screen as that word was coming out of the mouth of someone.

It touches on every hot topic.  Where is the money going?  Why isn't there a more collaborative approach with regard to research?  How can we be suckered into buying things that have a ribbon slapped on them when the product itself contains known or suspected carcinogens.

Who is giving voice to the METAvivors?

Barbara Brenner is compelling.  Listening to her do the math on the Yoplait lids drew a laugh.  Watching one of the girls in the group of mets patients tearfully explain how she "did everything right" and couldn't grasp Stage IV, mets, incurable, drugs for life and my face was wet with tears.  Dr. Love explaining how we are still at slash, burn, poison after all these years as I was seated beside my mom was particularly poignant for me because I know she is telling an absolute truth as it applies to my life.  That broke my mom's heart.

For now, I have to put my head on the pillow and close my eyes.  The crowd, though small, was engaged.  The conversation was as lively as it was diverse.  And, apparently, I love holding a microphone.

Thanks again to Breast Cancer Action for trusting me to share their message.  More movie details forthcoming in the days ahead.  For now, I need sleep.  Desperately.

Oh, and that message I expected to see when I got into my car?  No such message.  The car was dead.  Completely dead.  No message, no light, no nothing.  Only utter panic at the realization my car was not working and if I couldn't get someone on my driveway in an hour or less, I was going to have a rough time getting a cab.  Serves me right for making a wise crack yesterday.  I'll never learn.

Back with more after I rest my weary head.