From what I gather, much research has been done regarding stress and cancer, as well as stress and auto immune diseases, and thus immunity as a whole. The concensus seems to be no. Much of the links, (according to the researchers) is anecdotal and so not proved by this, that and the next study. The links do not seem to be direct. I guess one could say that ninety percent of unwed girls who fell pregnant in the 1970's often wore blue jeans, and so ipso facto, the blue jeans were responsible. Not so, obviously, it was just that a lot of girls who happened to be sexually active, wore them. I think that we modern women (and men too), live with a huge amount of stress. Most of us are diagnosed with cancer later rather than earlier, and I think that for most of us, by the time we hit forty, have had some major stress event in our lives. How would you calibrate stress? A years or decades long low level grumble of stress, versus a stress free life then rudely interrupted by a major stress event? Which trumps which? In my case, shitloads of both, and I have three distinct autoimmune diseases, and cancer. Was it the five years in a children's home from a baby, the seventeen schools I was dragged around when my mother remarried. Was it my stepfather (we won't even go there!!!). Was it a forced adoption forty two years ago, and the deep trauma that I've lived with each and every day? Was it the sudden death of my beloved brother in '96? Was it out families move to the other side of the world (here). Was it nursing my MIL through terminal bowel cancer? Was it my husband having a catastrophic heart attack in the car ten years ago? (He survived, yet another story).Who knows...if so which one or combination of which and when was it triggered? In childhood, where it incubated in some dark corner, only to emerge in middle age? If so, why the hell then? I'd taken on the world with the shitfest I was dealt with, and did it with the mid finger salute. I had survived all before, with a certain level of panache, then this whole rude awakening. I had thought someone would have had to bash me over the head with a hammer to kill me off, then lo and behold, my TITS decided to try and take on the job!!! Well I showed them!! Stress....bring it on...I stare it in the eye, then tell it to F..K off.
