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| Self Portrait, just before starting chemo |
I miss my old body, even my not so perky Flopsy and Mopsy. I miss stuffing them into a bra, I miss making sure nipples were both pointed in the right direction LOL, I miss what was once my body.
Sometimes I don't know this me. This body is foreign, and feels foreign, and sometimes, I just don't feel like me.
Hearing the words you have cancer is hard, but moving forward as a survivor has its own challenges.
I have found that the more I look back, to the life that is gone, the more I suffer.
Lord help me everyday accept where I am today, accept my new body under construction, and remind me, when I need it, that all of this,
is better than the alternative.
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month.
Take good care of you.
Do what you need to do.
A mammogram may seem scary, but lemme tell you Honey,
it ain't nothin compared to Cancer Camp.
Just do it.
1 comment:
I miss the old me, too. Tears have swelled up in my eyes today. Such a deal that really never goes away. F & H
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