Let me give you some advice, if you're going to get breast cancer, don't do it just before National Breast Cancer Awareness Month. It will drive you fucking nuts.
And I'll just say ahead of all the "pink" ads for yogurt companies that will donate 2 cents to Susan Kormen and the car companies with pink convertibles and the goddamn motherfucking pink mixers, and blenders, and toasters, that, hey, glad to be able to make your companies a buck by getting sick. No, really. No problem and thanks a whole hell of a lot for the 2 cents and the "awareness" advertising. Asses.
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."