There are times in life when I have been convinced I am down the rabbit hole and running around in an insane nightmare where people's disturbing behaviour is only trumped by the mass acceptance of it all as normal.
Angelina Jolie has had both her breasts removed because she does not want to die of cancer. Next she will have her ovaries removed. Her husband applauds her move as courageous and talks about what a bonding time it was for them to share that journey. Other women are lining up at the surgeons office as we speak, wanting the same procedure done.
I hope they know that looking and being like Angelina Jolie does not then genetically predispose them to getting a husband like Brad Pitt.
Is this not like a mother's worst nightmare of "if your friends jump off a cliff ... are you going to jump too?"
I know, I know. Watching a loved one die, suffering with cancer, is horrible. I know that will be the argument set out. It is the new way of covering our ears to protect ourselves from anything we don't want to hear. We throw out heart wrenching incidents that make everyone uncomfortable. You don't tell someone who has just nursed their own mother or sister or wife through breast cancer to their death that they should behave or think in any certain way. You put your arms around them and be there.
They all deserve us to be there. They also deserve dignity and truth and answers. They have a right to be afraid and to do everything they can to make sure it does not happen to anyone else in their family.