Mommy And The Beast: Growing Up Under The Lingering Shadow Of Breast Cancer

I want her as far from “pink” as possible even though the burden of my pink will accompany her all her life. This instills such guilt on me. I, sometimes, stare at her as I bathe her, muttering to myself, I wish her body does not betray her. And her loving paternal grandma, of course, worries about her risk, much to the chagrin of her fierce mom. But could I truly blame her? I wrap all the guilt gently in my heart and do the best I can. Me and my legacy of cancer. I take it with me. I own my illness and I own my motherhood.