Back when I was pursuing a career in medicine I had too much contact with breasts.
Female breasts, male breasts — they all have the possibility for developing breast cancer and I am a fairly empathic type who was able to sense the somatic, psychological, and emotional pain of those others who either knew or did not know the full extent of their condition.
I also witnessed way too many drugged up end stage palliative treatments in the course of my training and though I maintained professional detachment in the end and particularly in restrospect it was all very sad indeed.
I suppose the alternatives to what I witnessed were even more tragic.
Today is Breast Health Day.
The observance originated in Italy and is now an international event to promote action toward maintenance of breast health and specifically prevention of breast cancer so that it might not go metastatic and spread thoroughout a sufferers body.
So whereas normally I might poke fun at the concept of breasts inasmuch as they are usually one of my most favorite parts of the female anatomy this topic forces me to draw into my sense of sympathy and comportment whereby I just let it all go.
The seriousness of the topic forces me to allay those would be attempts at humor because I've seen the devastation of breast disease on both sides of gender and it's simply not funny.