Superstition has a tit in it

I’ve got to be honest here. I might have painted myself as some kind of Pollyanna of the breast cancer brigade, but that is simply not true.

While my aim is always to see the funny, interesting, positive side to any situation, in my heart of hearts I’m rarely that brave or confident. This week has been a constant internal battle between fear and hope.

I was kindly pointed in the direction of a blog a few days ago, written by a girl not dissimilar to myself, who discovered she had breast cancer aged 28. “Hurrah!” says inner Pollyanna. “Here is the girl you’ve been looking for… the one who soundly kicked breast cancer’s arse and now has new hair, new boobs and is a complete success in every way!”. But when I went to her site, I discovered that she is, in fact, three years later, fighting incurable secondary cancers in her bones and lungs.

Fearful inner me quaked.
And is still quaking.

It turns out that I’m really quite superstitious, and in my weird and wonderful mind, I worry that if I start a blog about the cancer, I might become that girl. Hell, just by reading about that girl, I might become that girl.

Inner Pollyanna is plotting her comeback, I’m sure. I hope she comes up with something seriously whoop-ass to throw at her Fearful Friend.

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3 comments

  1. Gabby

    “It’ll be just lovely for you to play — it’ll be so hard. And there’s so much more fun when it is hard!”
    ― Eleanor H. Porter, Pollyanna

    Throw THAT at your unwelcome animal friend! xxx

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