It's been a long 1 1/2 years for me and I really never reached the "freak-out" stage...until yesterday. I guess I got tired of being brave and making everyone else laugh and feel good. I was watching a movie that I knew nothing about
, one of my favorite actresses Diane Keaton was in it. Well in one scene she
opened her shirt and she was missing a breast. I haven't cried in years it feels like due to meds. I also suffer from Panic Disorder and Agoraphobia, which the Cancer has helped so much in giving me my life back from that.
I finally let it all go thanks to Diane Keaton. I cried and cursed and realized all that I am going through, I cried for the loss of my mom, my brother, my dog and myself. I don't feel I know who I am anymore and I have to find that person again. I don't feel sexy or pretty, I feel like I am just this person with no breasts and who has gained weight and doesn' know how to deal with any of it.
So....my mission is to really work on myself and learn to embrace my new body. I look at my scars as a badge of honor, but I also look at them as something that has taken so much of me away.
Thanks for listening to my rants...I just needed to get this out.
xoxoxox
eve