I know this will sound very morbid and I also know that I shouldn't think this way, but I can't help it. I have this completely irrational fear that breast cancer is circling overhead, waiting to swoop into my life. You see, the moms of 2 of my closest friends are struggling with the disease - then today 2 new things happened.
The first thing is that my paralegal (who's only 2 yrs younger than I am) found out her mom has it. That was so sad, but I was still ok until I went to lunch and saw that Farah Fawcett passed away. I'm not a Farah fan, truthfully I'm not sure if I've seen any of her work since Charlie's Angels was off limits to me when I was a kid. But Farah and my mom graduated together from Ray H.S. in '65. Something about all of these things coming together at once made my heart race and my breathing stop.
We conveniently tend to forget that we are mortal.
I know, I know that worrying does no good. "Worry" isn't really the right word, though. It's more of a realization. One more thing over which I have no control.