I've never had cancer, but a coworker lost her mother to breast cancer at a young age and she may have to have her own breasts removed after childbearing. She HATES the whole pink ribbon thing. A friend of mine died a tortuous death from metastatic breast cancer, at age 35 or so. If I described it, you'd sob. It was very drawn out and gruesome. You wouldn't think a person could live in that condition for as long as she did. Sometimes I feel like the friend who hates pink ribbons, that it's all cutesy and not going to help. But when I see the Hancock building in Chicago with pink lights in October, I think, well, at least folks care. So try to figure out which side if this your sister is on, most days.