The last time I checked, one out of every eight women in the U.S. will be diagnosed with breast cancer. I happen to be among the millions of women in those statistics that came up number 8. Since I have already been down the breast cancer treatment road, I want this blog to be a place where women who have recently been diagnosed with breast cancer can ask questions. I cannot tell you which course of treatment to go with or which cancer facility is best. I am not a doctor. I'm simply a middle class, middle-aged woman that got a little wiser because I was faced with the possibility of death.
What I believe I can help you with is navigating through all the emotional dark tunnels that inevitably come while battling breast cancer. I can do this by sharing my own expereince and sharing the stories of women that I met in my breast cancer support group. For example, when I went to my doctor's office, there were no brochures to tell me how to feel pretty for a special occasion when I had no hair, and no eyelashes or eyebrows. Breast cancer robs you of your most precious feminine assets. Your beautiful eyes turn hollow and naked. Your shiny mane is gone. And if you had a great looking set of breasts and they have to go? Well, you get the picture.
So how do you compensate? One of my suggestions? Fashion and accessories. Hey, you are in a battle so you've got to adopt a warrior wardrobe. Never underestimate the power of a beautiful silk scarf, big earrings, dramatic sunglasses and an exquisite hat. This is the time to go over the top. Your friends and colleagues will admire you for that. I have plenty of stories to prove it.
So go ahead, ask me the questions, voice your worst fears. I will tell you what I went through or I will tell you what someone I know went through. Nine times out of ten, it isn't as bad as you project it will me.
Case in point: A year ago this time, I had no hair. Now it's all come back. Within my lifetime, for about eight months I had no hair. That's not very long in the grand scheme of things. But the anticipation of loosing my hair caused me great anguish and pain. Once I lost it, I utilized the wigs, scarves and hats, and it was business as usual.
Looking back, it was kind of nice to get up in the morning and not have to mess with my hair. Saves alot of time. Who would have thought I'd miss the days when I had no hair.
That's all for now.
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