Last night, as I was falling asleep, I started thinking about my first night home after my double mastectomy. I woke up around 3 a.m. to empty my drains and I almost passed out. I had to call out to Dave for help (he was soundly asleep in my bed). I have no idea why this memory popped into my head, but as I was lying there it suddenly occurred to me that they cut off my breasts. I had cancer and they cut off my breasts. I actually sat up in bed and was all like WTF?!, which seems crazy, but it happened. Sometimes I forget the severity of what I have been through, because I live with it every day. But seriously…they cut off my breasts. That’s fucked up.Â
Today I went to lunch at Applebee’s with my good friend, and she was talking about her very recent break up. While we were sitting there she started to tear up and right then Taylor Swift’s You Belong With Me came on. It transported me back to May 13, 2012, where I was sitting in an Applebee’s with Rosa, crying and talking about my own break up, when that song came on. I don’t even like Taylor Swift, but I fucking lost my shit when that song came on. It felt very strange to hear it today under such eerily similar circumstances.