I don't hide my feelings, but when it comes to illness, I guess I don't panic. My father was the same way. I'm the provider for the family and the caretaker. If I panic, who is anybody going to run to?
Sentiment: POSITIVE
There are two things panic patients hate to do. They hate to take medication - and they hate to go to doctors. They hate to come to grips.
You can't predict when a crisis might hit your family, whether it's with an elderly parent or with your children.
If I'm put in a situation where I am not really sure what's going to happen, it can be overwhelming. I get a bit anxious.
Like any mum, I fear some mysterious illness befalling my children.
Well, I am now convinced there is no kind of fear or anxiety anyone has to live with.
The anxiety does crawl up. The other night I was having panic attacks: 'Oh, my God, what's going to happen to me? Am I ever going to have another job?'
No one understands my ills, nor the terror that fills my breast, who does not know the heart of a mother.
It's almost embarrassing how much support I have. I mean, I always tell people I feel like I'm perfectly set up to have cancer. I have great health insurance, I have a savings account. I have work lined up. I have friends and family. I have the best doctors I can get.
I'm terrified I'm about to die, or that all the people I love are about to die, every second of every day.
I tend to stay with the panic. I embrace the panic.