These/they/them… that’s how we refer to the implants. They are something that are not really a part of me. They are talked about like inanimate objects. “They” will always be something that is outside of me even though they are inside of me.
Dealing with breast cancer is not just a physical journey. It is very much an emotional one. And to be honest, the emotional healing has been just as painful as the physical healing. Breasts are an important part of how women are defined. Society has made them an integral part of how we are expected to look. Our society is very much breast obsessed. Whether big or small, women are supposed to have them. And I don’t. I know I am still a woman. I know that my mastectomy has not changed that. BUT, do I feel the same? No. Do I feel attractive? Most days…No.
I am a work in progress. I’m not the same person I was before cancer. But that is not a bad thing. Yes, cancer has weakened me physically, but I have grown stronger in other ways. I know that I can get through anything that life throws my way. I’ve proven that to myself over and over since this journey began.
I celebrate the fact that I am one of the lucky ones; that cancer hasn’t taken my life. That I was given a second chance. That I am here and that one day, hopefully, this will all be over. I try to stay positive. I try to celebrate every day to the fullest. And I try not to think too much about the scars that have been left on my chest and on my soul.