Last night I made the mistake of watching “Dawn Porter’s ‘My Breasts Could Kill Me'” on ABC.
Aside from watching the show and wanting a double mastectomy immediately, it did make me reflect on all those I care about who have ever had a breast cancer diagnosis and in some cases lost their life. In the last 2 years no less than 6 of my workmates have been diagnosed with breast cancer, (1 only last week…)
Do I bite the bullet and enter the Sussan Women’s Fun Run in December to assist with fund-raising for BCNA? 5km or 10km. I’d go for the 5km… can I do it? Does it even matter if I can? Is this just my usual self-doubt and negativity coming through?
The fact that I feel compelled to do it.. and that someone I know has been diagnosed in the last week should be enough.
I often wonder why I make these things issues, it’s just a fun run right… and hell, I don’t have cancer so I’m doing a whole lot better than other people…
I have this irrational fear of failure – which I really need to get over.
After losing 75.2kg & 223.2cms in just over 12 months (12 months & 1 week to be exact), when will it be enough for me to know I have succeeded at something?
How do you shift your headspace when you live in a society which encourages people to be cut down? (easier to cut yourself down before anyone else can…right?)
There is no great resolve at the end of this post, no revelation… just more questions. If there’s anyone out there who has found a solution to this stupid self-defence (offence?) mechanism… share your wisdom!
Bee's 12wbt journey 