|Brca1 and me||
When my aunt was battling cancer I can vividly remember sobbing my heart out one night over much wine with a close friend. I was crying about the unfairness and the hideousness that was cancer and how tragic it was that IT had taken away all that made my aunt a woman. Her breasts, her ovaries, her womb.
I was a total idiot for thinking that. I see that now because BRCA1 has taken my ovaries, and with it the ability for me to have children, and in a few days will be taking away my breasts & nipples too. So in accordance with my earlier train of thought surely I should be ready to throw myself out of a window....wailing 'woe is me, I am no longer a woman...'.
Silly girl! Breasts do not make the woman and nor do 2 small wrinkly walnut looking ovaries. I'll tell you what makes a woman....bravery, courage, strength, the ability to face these things head on and with a smile on her face, to be able to rise above all the physical bullshit and hold your head up high and know you are pretty frikkin special.
My aunt had all of that in spades. And I hope I will too.