The other day Ginny asked me to write about what it’s like to be married to a breast cancer survivor. It’s strange, but I never really thought about it like that. I mean…I’m married to Ginny, and she is a breast cancer survivor, so, yeah…I guess I’m married to a breast cancer survivor.
But really, I’m married to Ginny. I don’t think our relationship is any different because she’s a breast cancer survivor. Sure, she worries about her cancer returning, but, then again, she would worry about getting breast cancer anyway. That’s just Ginny. And sure, she worries about our daughters one day having breast cancer. But, again, I’m not sure that she worries about our daughters because she herself is a breast cancer survivor. She would worry about that anyway. That’s just Ginny.
I seldom think about my wife’s history with cancer. Maybe it’s because I’m wearing blinders, or maybe it’s because there’s really nothing different about her that’s due to her cancer. Although it’s a part of who she is, I tend to focus on other things a whole lot more.
(Do you think Ed is trying to say that I worry too much?? ~ Ginny Marie)
You may also be interested in these two posts about how Ed and I got together: