The dangers of asbestos, even one exposure, are so
frightening to me that I am paralyzed at the thought of someone coming in
contact with it. Even the potential that
you could be exposed is enough to bring tears to my eyes and cause serious
anxiety. This applies to anyone, even a stranger, but what do you do when
someone you care about doesn’t take these dangers seriously?
It is so painful when someone you love, someone who has
walked this horrible mesothelioma road along with you, fails to take into
account the possible ramifications of what could be caused by their
negligence. My heart breaks for anyone
who may come into contact with them who could also be exposed, and therefore, at
risk. I am angered by their utter disregard
for the memory of my father who lost his life to mesothelioma; it almost feels
like they’re saying he died in vain.
It hurts when you try to explain to someone why you are
concerned and they brush it off, simply saying, “It’s fine, I was careful!” or,
even worse, “You’re just being ridiculous.”
Is it fine that I’m left without a father, my mother without a husband,
and my daughter without her grandfather?
Is it ridiculous that I want to spare others from what my family had to
endure? I don’t think so.
Some may say that this is overreacting, but to me, it
feels like underreacting (if that’s a real thing). Families are torn apart each and every day by
this cancer that could have been prevented by the elimination and proper
removal of asbestos. If human lives were
put in front of the dollar, we would be in a different situation right now with
the continued spread of mesothelioma.
Sure, my words might cause some dissension, but I’m not
afraid or ashamed to stand up for a cause that I believe in, one that is so
real to me… too real. So, please, don’t
be afraid to fight. Fight to be heard,
fight to have your concerns addressed in a real way. Fight for those who cannot fight for
themselves.
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