Anger is an emotion I became well acquainted with after my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer.  I was angry that she had cancer.  I was angry that I couldn’t do anything about it.  I was angry at people who made inconsiderate comments about cancer.  I was angry at people who constantly asked me how my mom was doing.  I was angry at the anyone who looked at me the wrong way.  I think you get the point.  I spent a long time consumed by and controlled by anger.  But where did this anger really come from?  Was I really that angry or was it my fear expressing itself as anger?  I’d guess it was a little bit of column A and a little bit of column B.  I really was angry about the cancer and the grief it had caused.  But if I’m being completely honest with you (and myself), I was filled with fear.  I was 25 years old and not ready to lose my mom.  I wasn’t ready to lose her love, her wisdom, her friendship, her comfort, her creativity, or her laughter.  So, while I can now identify that what I was really feeling was fear, what everyone else saw was one angry woman.