It’s all true. I brought it on myself by daring to live to 64. I was stupid enough to let myself be born to a mother who was diagnosed with breast cancer at 73 and a father who died of prostrate cancer. I should never have had those children in my thirties. Why did I become a teacher and let myself be subjected to all that stress? There must have been a way of preventing myself from being one of life’s worrier types. And the biggie for me was being silly enough to respond to that breast screening. I could have been happily wandering around cancer free like all the older women who weren’t screened 30 years ago if I had just stuck my head in the sand. My bad!
But wait! I have never been on the pill or had hormone replacement therapy. I hardly touched alcohol till middle age. I fed my first child till he was 9 months old. While never having qualified for the Olympics I have taken part in many sports for leisure and walked a fair bit. I have never been sylph like but neither would anyone have described me as obese. I indulge a wee bit now and then but by and large I eat a well balanced diet.
It’s all bollocks! There are extremes here and there, perhaps, that will affect onset of BC but most of us just muddle through life hoping we will not be one of the unlucky ones who get it. As others have said let’s just rejoice in the fact that the survival rate is miles better than it was when I was born and is increasing all the time.
Rose
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