I just feel very angry right now. I only found out back in late July that my dad has mesothelioma when it had first been diagnosed in January this year. I do have health anxiety so I can kind of understand why my parents were hesitant to tell me, but the consequence is that i now have constant, non stop paranoia about my health and in particular my own risk of getting cancer, especially breast, bowel, ovarian or bone cancer. I now dont trust people to be honest with me if anyone in the family found a breast lump or any kind of lump elsewhere on their body. I'm 26, i should be enjoying life, I should be going to festivals, meeting friends, having sex, getting a little paid job etc. Instead I sit at home fixating over every minute bodily sensation I experience, isolating myself and being absolutely convinced that I'm going to end up finding a huge lump in one of or both my breasts. I dropped out of uni six months into my three year course because I found the work load overwhelming, and if i view this through the lens of my health anxiety, I feel like logically it would have made sense for me to leave my course because