Have you noticed America is practically painting itself pink? That's right, it's October, Breast Cancer Awareness Month. I don't need an presidential decree to help me pay attention this year. In fact, I'm considering all the hoopla one giant party for my mom, who just finished up a long ten months of treatment for breast cancer.
I've talked about my feelings for her and how brave she's been in an earlier post "What Makes A Woman" so I won't go in to that again. I'd really like to do a more serious painting about her journey through cancer, but I'm not ready to visit those feelings yet. So here's my contribution.



It's called "Don't Be A Chicken". See the indignant look on her face? I'm sure she's offended that she's been painted pink. I'm sure she's insulted that I'd name this painting that way, insinuating that there's something wrong with being a chicken. She's thinking, "What are you talking about? Look at these breasts!" 
But the truth is that very often we ignore things that scare us, and let's be honest, there aren't many things for scary to a woman than breast cancer. Well, here's another truth for you; monthly self-exams, early screenings with your doctor, and mammograms save lives! Most breast cancers, if caught early enough, are highly treatable. Don't wait until it's too late.  I'm glad my mom is still here. I'm glad she wasn't a chicken.

 
The Chicken Chick