Cancer? Car accidents?
Cancer? Car accidents?
Cancer!
No, car accidents. Shit.
I couldn't decide. Dithered all the way to school in the car. Cancer, car accidents, cancercaraccidents...
And then, something weird happened.
We were crossing from Parktown North into Greenside, paused at a stop street outside a house we pass every day.
A pretty white house. With a little green garden. And a white beaded sheep on the lawn. There's also a Road Safety-branded car parked in the driveway in the mornings. Maybe you've seen it?
Now, my daughter is three. She can't read. But she must have registered something in the graffiti on the car because, out of nowhere, she interrupted my inner cancercaraccidents monologue and said, 'Mom - cars are very, very dangerous.' So, there you have it. Decision made.
My greatest fear? Car accidents.
I've looked cancer in the cold, heartless eye. Close up. My mom's had it. My husband's had it. My aunt currently has it. It's a scary thing. I've also been in and seen and heard of my share of hideous car accidents. They terrify me.
But so far it's Us: 3, Cancer: 0. So I'll just continue to drive in fear. And to live with the worry about all those I love who take lives into their hands every day on the roads.
I f***ing hate car accidents.
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