It's October again ... eleven years ago I finished my last chemo treatment. I am thankful to be here and thankful for NED (no evidence of disease). Some things have changed. Some things have stayed the same. I'm personally tired of pink; tired of the hype. Women (and some men) are still being diagnosed with breast cancer; they are still having to choose surgical and treatment options; they are still dying. It makes me sad. And I'm afraid it's making me cynical. Perspectives.