Once alone, however, Dō-oh was consumed with anxiety. It’s finally come. She looked back on the bombing, her injuries, her lost youth, her fear of marriage, and her thirty years in Tokyo. And now, my breast, she thought. The ghost of the atomic bomb still haunts me. She felt robbed of the ordinary life she had finally achieved in Nagasaki, and she feared the upcoming loss of her figure, in which she had always taken pride. As cancer “started building a nest” in her breast, she was overwhelmed that she could no longer live a life shaped by her own will. But Dō-oh reawakened to her own power.
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