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Even the thought of cancer keeps me awake at night. More power to those who confront the disease daily

December 10, 2009 10:28

ByTracy-Ann Oberman, Tracy-Ann Oberman

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I have always been a bit of a hypochondriac. It’s not just a cold it’s ’FLU; I haven’t just put on a few pounds in weight, it’s a THYROID problem; it’s not just a headache, it’s a pulsating, hideous MIGRAINE; no, worse than that, it’s a BRAIN TUMOUR.

Since having my daughter, I am worse than ever. I lie in bed at night in a cold sweat, panicking about what the first signs of CANCER of the leg/mouth/ breast/career might be. Just writing the word cancer makes me nervous. It is one of those words like Auschwitz and Nazi that is visceral.

It’s one of those words that brings on paralysis, dry mouth, makes the head pound whilst simultaneously provoking a strong desire to run away.

This may sound a tad trite, like I’m trying to eke out some comedy, but I, like so many of you, have been touched by cancer, lost young and old, friends and family alike, and I know that it’s no laughing matter.