Finding it….
It’s scary, the not knowing. You find a lump. You know you should go to the doctor, but there’s still something in the back of your head saying “don’t worry, it’s YOU. YOU won’t have cancer. That happens to OTHER people”. But you go. And you sit in the waiting room sniffling away to yourself and trying not to scare the small children and old people surrounding you. After all, they’re OLD – they’ve probably got a lot more to worry about than you have. You’re THIRTY-TWO. Prime of life. And, as you tell anyone who’s prepared to listen, you have a GREAT RACK.
Turns out telling yourself it isn’t going to be you isn’t a particularly effective way of keeping the cancer at bay.
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