“I will eventually die from this, of course, but I don't want to talk about it.” There she stood. Our brave, cool, handsome, tough fashionintern. Breast cancer had sent her home, and from that moment on, she seized every minute. Was she allowed to visit that part of Paris Fashion Week that we weren't going to? At her own expense? The fashion chief and I decided it was allowed and that she could use our tickets, but that she shouldn't sit in the front row because then everyone would see that it wasn't us sitting there. She promised. Until a week later when we got a call asking ‘who those lovely girls in the front row were.’ Suddenly, there was a lump on her hand, then on her foot. We didn't talk about it, but we kept knowing.

Suddenly she was off the radar. Until that message. I was allowed to say something at her funeral and I still think about her so often. Such a young girl. So full of life. After her, I met many women in my surroundings who got breast cancer. So many that you start to wonder not if you will get it but when you will get it.

And if you get it and maybe recover, your life will never be the same as before. That's why we must continue to advocate for breast cancer. Or against it. We do that every day, but in October we step it up a notch. Otazu created a beautiful bracelet especially for Pink Ribbon made of rose quartz stones, the proceeds of which go to Pink Ribbon. They ensure that their money goes to women with breast cancer. Either: research to combat the disease or to aftercare once you have sent the monster home. I always bought Pink Ribbon Magazine for all the women who were dear to me. Let's do that now with the bracelet.