B is for Breast Cancer [antikvár]

Introduction Whose boob is it anyway? Having breast cancer is a bit like being pregnant except, of course, you're miserable and don't have a cute baby to look forward to at the end of it. Think of the similarities: the breast pain, the sleepless nights, the anxiety, the constant bursting into tears, the overwhelming immobilising fatigue, the forget-fulness, the endless examinations, the hormonal maelstrom. See what I mean? Of course, whereas pregnancy lasts only nine glorious, slow-moving months, cancer will never leave you, even when you have been cured. That sounds like a life sentence of misery, but oddly, it isn't. There are things to laugh about with cancer, even in the face of grief. That is why I started writing this A to Z, as an antidote to all the sadness and mystery that surround cancer. The first thing that struck me about cancer, right from day