“Surviving” breast cancer two times. “N’ Shit” the anxiety, daily aches and pains from my medication, running the non-profit, working full time, being a wife, mom…and still trying to live my best life.
So, when I saw a tweet by @gypsynomy (C.J. Jackson) about @thebreastofus and her delay in reconstruction, I was moved to reach out to offer “breasts” to any followers who would benefit from soft prosthetics.
My womanhood had nothing to do with the hair on my head. The removal of my breasts did not subtract from the sum of my womanhood. In fact, breast cancer taught me just how much of a woman I really am.
I wanted to talk about it; I wanted to cry about it. I just couldn’t. I felt like a part of me that I never knew existed was taking over my life and I had nowhere and no one to turn to.
Your breasts play a huge part in your sexuality. It felt good to have them touched, kissed. It turned me on and now…nothing.
Something I’ve realized since I finished treatment is that, yes we are done and that’s great but we are sent out to deal with the after effects on our own.
SEVEN medical professionals told me to terminate my pregnancy. WE refused.
April comes around and I’m sitting in this dressing room with a gown on to get my breast checked out. I’m scared at this point.
Making such permanent decisions, especially in your twenties, can be overwhelming and scary.
While planning a bra-fitting meetup for my Young Survival Coalition support group, I was reminded of the pile of useless underthings stuffed in my bottom drawer.
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