Having a double mastectomy at 34 years old sucks! It is not something that anyone would choose voluntarily, but sometimes life throws curveballs that we cannot avoid. I was diagnosed with breast cancer, and the only option was to have both my breasts removed.
I hate this new body that I have. I hate the pain, the numbness, and the fact that it has only been two months and I don't even remember what it was like to have breasts. I hate these expanders that are put in place to prepare my chest for the implants. They hurt like hell, and I can't wait to be on the other side and love my body and skin again.
It's hard to come to terms with the fact that I am no longer the person I once was. My breasts were a part of my identity, and now they are gone. I feel like I have lost a part of myself, and it's hard to accept that this is my new reality.
But I am trying to focus on the positives. I am alive, and that is the most important thing. I am grateful for the love and support of my family and friends, who have been there for me every step of the way. I am also grateful for the medical professionals who have taken care of me and helped me through this difficult time.
I know that it will be a long road to recovery, both physically and emotionally. But I am determined to get through it. I am looking forward to the day when I can look in the mirror and love the person staring back at me, scars and all. Until then, I will keep fighting and taking things one day at a time.
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