I am my mother’s daughter, my husband’s wife, my kids’ mom. These are all identities that I’m proud of - but there’s one that leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. It’s one I didn’t choose, and it stings. I am a cancer patient. Cancer. It’s such a filthy word, isn’t it? It’s a word that makes people uncomfortable and that makes me angry because it gives the word mad power. The last thing a cancer patient wants is for her cancer to gain power. So I say it. I laugh at it.