|Little Hand Out the Window|
The days I'm living through now will rank right up there as some of the darkest in my life. As I see it, I have no good options. Either I have a lumpectomy and spend my days WAITING for the cancer to come back - because, let's face it I don't have a very good track record. Or, I have a mastectomy and lose my breasts.
As much as I go back and forth and as much advice as I get - it just keeps coming back to, "What would my kids want me to do?" I mean - if my kids are looking back from the future would THEY think it was okay that I had a lumpectomy and rolled the dice with my life or would they be thankful that I had a mastectomy and did what I could to be around to see them go to Prom, graduate, get married, have children... Will they care that Mom doesn't have breasts for awhile? Will they care that I eventually have breasts that aren't really my own? Doubtful.
|This is what 7 Looks Like|
I know what I have to do but I'm far from having accepted it. I'm in mourning for all that I'll lose. I have to learn to celebrate all that I'm keeping.
Boob Count = 38