I hope I am as breast aware as I have to be. My DiL died of an aggressive form of breast cancer in her early forties. She was one of the fittest and most active people I had ever met, but had had a lot of stress in her life before she met my son. Her mother had had it and recovered from it. My own sister died of breast cancer. Believe it or not, she never sought any treatment for it, being absolutely terrified of hospitals. I did not see her very often, but on the occasions I did visit her I asked if she was quite well as she didn't look it, but she protested that she was ok, "just feeling her age", and wouldn't see a doctor. At the time, my BiL was in the early stages of dementia and sadly not a lot of help. By the time we forced medical help on her it was too late of course. She, too, had had, at times, a lot of stress in her life. I don't know to this day how she bore it so stoically or hid it so well.