I’m also convinced that my obsession with celebrities dying of cancer was really borne out of the curiosity of how they are able to publicly cope with their affairs, despite the heavy burden of knowing that time is running out. They know how they will die, and have a general idea of when it will happen, but as they fade under…
I’m curious — did all of them fully accept that there was no hope and the end was nigh? My own cancer was stage three and aggressive; in fact, if not for a fairly new drug at the time, it had historically always been fatal. Other than a few minutes (as in, actual minutes) when I first found out, I simply didn’t accept the possibility that it could kill me — I had to see my kids grow up. People say a positive attitude improves your odds but it’s probably just luck.
Do keep up with regular Pap smears and mammograms, whatever else you might do! I was only a couple months late for my annual, and mostly just went because my sister got diagnosed, and that’s when they caught it. Just a little over a year before, I had a clean bill of health, and then I had a massive tumor (yet somehow not detectable by self exam — so one never knows. The world needs Ezinne!