Someone had posted this article on FB and it was so on point. I have had SO many people - including myself - rave about how lucky I am that I got to have "new" boobs. I don't like to complain all the time, but today will be the exception. While yes, I got new "foobs," I also got some permanent psychological damage attached to those foobs. As time heals my wounds on a physical level, and I heal slowly on a psychological level, the reality is I feel like anyone else with (my self-diagnosed) PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder). The pain is real and my foobs are a daily reminder to me of how much everything has changed. So while I thank you for telling me how strong I am, if I have a not so strong moment to any of you, or I try to share my thoughts to you, or I have a momentary lapse of sanity and go or say something you may disagree with (like vocalizing my thoughts about a controversial topic such as depression or breastfeeding), instead of lashing out or getting angry with me, I ask instead for you to take a deep breath and try to empathize with how hard this road has been for me, even if you don't hear me talking (complaining) about it out loud. It's scary - not a day goes by that I wonder if my cancer will ever return, and if it does, to where, and if does, what will I do, and it goes on and on and on. Thanks to my foobs, I remember every day that life will never be the same but I do what I do every day: stay strong because really, what other choice is there?
Enjoy the article, I did!
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/joannamontgomery/post-mastectomy-my-new-foobs_b_3886195.html
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