To Hell With Breast Cancer

I am trying to round up my first year of blogging with a positive note, but finding bows and confetti within words involving cancer is difficult.

Today I was having a bath and my young daughter decided she wanted the toilet. She did what she had to do and washed her hands. Then out of the blue she turned to me whilst I was relaxing and said, ‘Mummy I hope I don’t get breast cancer. I don’t like breast cancer you can die.’

It hurts like hell to know both my daughters at the age of twenty one and seven are thinking about breast cancer. I can not shelter them from the facts that women do die of this diseases and media is a bitch. Yes of course I sit my youngest daughter down and explain as best I can that hey I ain't going nowhere and she will be fine, but as positive as I am, my mind is elsewhere with a lifetime of bloody mammograms. This is what they are seeing, so what do I do? how do I show them that mummy can move forward from this and so should they?... HMMM easy do another movie, but this time on a subject that I understand CANCER..

So to sum my blog up well there is no summing up because it has just begun and who knows where it will lead.. Cancer may of entered my life without an invite, but I have just started to have fun and that is what I am showing my daughters.....

To hell with breast cancer!