So cancer runs in my family. Everyone on my dads side who died in the last 20 years, has died of cancer related issues. My nanny was my best friend, my 2nd mother that always took my side(even when I was wrong), she came to my rescue whenever I called & was diagnosed in 2008. Nan lived with us through her good & bad times from then to 2009 when she could sadly fight the heartless beast no more. 6 months later, my Aunt kathleen, who helped out the most with treating Nan, was diagnosed with breast cancer but by the grace of God she beat it after a rocky struggle. Last September my other Aunt, Madge, who I lived with last summer was diagnosed. Her battle is on going but today we heard things are lookin extremely good & there’s a stronger chance she’ll beat it. So my history should suggest Im terrified of cancer, that it is always lying in the back of my head & I should be extra careful in avoiding it right? Im the complete opposite. For some reason it doesn’t scare me. Maybe it’s that I’ve accepted my faith & I won’t let it rule my life. I think it May be more along the lines that above is 3 stories of fiercely strong women who didn’t let cancer walk all over them. Nanny was given 3 - 6 weeks in October 2008 & was still laughing in cancers face a year later. Kathleen laughs at cancer everyday when she wakes up healthy & Madge is slowly but surly building up to a rage of laughter. These women have thought me that cancer is only as strong as YOU believe it is. So Im pretty sure one day my chart will read cancer & as the doctor delivers the news, Ill just take their displays of power & begin my own.