I Support Breast Cancer Awareness and Finding a Cure
I'm ok. Tonight I had Mri and chest X-ray. It's becoming real. Handling it as best I can.
The plastic surgeon showed me the implants. Teardrops. They look nothing like me. My friend has them. It's fake. Not me. I want to keep what I have. Full. He said because my right is lager than my left, I can't keep my nipples. It's not much but just enough. He said only women with small ones usually keep them. So I choose C's. I don't want teardrops. I want them as close to what I have as I can.
Everyone keeps saying I'm strong. I'm brave. Yea! Right.
This people pleasing shit.
They have no clue how hard it was to leave Randy with nothing. How losing my breast feels.
Strength comes at a price. I've paid.
The plastic surgeon showed me the implants. Teardrops. They look nothing like me. My friend has them. It's fake. Not me. I want to keep what I have. Full. He said because my right is lager than my left, I can't keep my nipples. It's not much but just enough. He said only women with small ones usually keep them. So I choose C's. I don't want teardrops. I want them as close to what I have as I can.
Everyone keeps saying I'm strong. I'm brave. Yea! Right.
This people pleasing shit.
They have no clue how hard it was to leave Randy with nothing. How losing my breast feels.
Strength comes at a price. I've paid.
