Amazing how time flies, right? The days are long, but the years are short. For probably the fourth time this year, I have been tapped to counsel a friend of a friend that has fallen into this sisterhood of warriors. It's easy to just go about my life with these scars and experiences and memories, just as we all do. With the passage of time, my story stays with me in my heart and in my narrative, but until I have to dust it off and present it to a new audience, so to speak, it seems far away. I couldn't sleep last night. Maybe an hour or so. This state of hyper awareness, when you can hear every breath (mine, husband, dog), every movement, every kick on or off of the A/C, also gives way to a stillness. I have fired up my still hyper awareness, and then fired off a very long email to this poor lady who was just asking me why I chose implant reconstruction. I don't think she was expecting to read the dissertation that is awaiting her ...
Sharing my experience with mastectomy and reconstruction to encourage, empower, and uplift those who find themselves caught up in the whirlwind of the breast cancer experience.