Whenever I see a pink ribbon, or someone mentions breast cancer, I cringe inside. I’m absolutely frightened of getting breast cancer, or just cancer in general. A part of me says that I’ll beat the cancer if it develops, but another side of me thinks that if my mother couldn’t beat it, why would I have a better chance? My mother was a strong women and cancer broke her down… I’m not sure I could handle it.
I’ve witnessed what cancer does first-hand: the emotional and physical stress, months of extensive treatments, dozens of medications, and all the complicated procedures. My mother would never complain but her eyes told a different story. She was hurting all the time but would never let us know.
I don’t want to go through what my mother had to go through. I’m sorry, I’m just scared shit-less. Does that make me selfish?
