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Marianne's avatar

This is the best explanation that I have read on the subject. My first thought was of my mom who passed from cancer (first breast then bone) at age 67. She had a beer every afternoon that I can remember plus social drinking on the weekend. I spent most of my life worried that I would get breast cancer and my sisters and I even got genetic testing to see if we had the breast cancer gene. But nothing. I now believe it was the alcohol. Her life was way too short, her treatment (at the time) was horribly hard on her. Really her life ended at 56 when she was diagnosed. I love the social connection and wine with food, etc. But seriously rethinking my drinking rituals.

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