I didn’t remember until this morning that yesterday was the one year anniversary of my bilateral mastectomy. I was worried it was going to bother me a lot, but it really doesn’t. I think a big part of that has to do with the fact that I’m extremely pleased with my reconstruction. As the weeks go by, I like them more and more.
It also really helped that I was having way too much fun yesterday to give cancer any thought. I love days like that.
Without my hair, my eyebrows, my breasts, my beauty, I felt exposed in a way I’d never felt before – completely vulnerable, like a shaved deer in the headlights.
**This really hit home.
IT HAPPENED TO ME: Cancer Made Me Ugly, And I Couldn’t Be Happier About It
Thanks to alloftheinbetweens for sharing this with me. It’s what I’ve been trying to express all month, but presented much more eloquently.
My favorite part:
So the thought of seeing bra-less women flaunting two body parts that I have lost to cancer – more than I already see this on a regular day – does not feel all that supportive. In fact, it feels quite the opposite.
Please Put That Pink Can of Soup Down and Put Your Bra Back On
that this isn’t the way I wanted to go about getting breast implants. Nope. Not even close.
*sigh*
