Sometimes I struggle to accept that I am a healthy 35 year old woman. It's sometimes like I am convinced there is a disease inside me and I just need to find it. Cancer is a big stress for me, even just saying or writing the word makes me feel anxious. I read about a 40yr old Mum who found a lump on her armpit and later died of breast cancer. I became convinced my armpit was hurting, despite me rationally knowing this was a reaction to seeing the story about the poor woman, I poked and prodded to try and find a lump, I poked and prodded until I was in pain. I couldn't find anything but I was now in agony. This almost helped as it made me see how ridiculous I was being.
This has really taken me by surprise, I've never been an anxious person. Since having kids I'm so aware of my own mortality, the idea of leaving them behind makes me feel so panicky. Before I had kids I didn't want to die but I never felt like there were people who NEEDED me to be alive. Not like now.
I hope this is not offensive to people who have suffered from cancer or know people who have suffered from the horrible disease. I'm not sure what I can do to get me through these bouts of anxiety. How do I tread the line of being vigilant about my health and becoming obsessive?
Again, I hope this isn't offensive.