I have a willingness to share...I think it helps others cope in their situations by reading what others go through. I know myself, yesterday researched hair loss and found a blog, I was releived to read about peoples experiences and how I could prepare myself. Apparently loosing your hair hurts. Your fair follicles let loose and it is uncomfortable and itchy and sore. Bless these people who could prepeare me for what I am about to go through. Others...arent as willing to share.
A couple days ago I was updating my blog and posted a picture of my scar on here. I was advised that it was not a good idea and that it was a little risky. Personally, to me there is nothing sexual about my scar, there is no breast there, and I personally think it is BEAUTIFUL! This is my sign of being cancer free and I wear it proudly!
When I found this picture on line, I couldnt help but share it, I am not sure what the advertisement is for as it is not in english, however, it portrays exactly how I feel at this time in my life! This woman is smiling, happy and loved and wears her scar proudly. This is exactly how I feel. Every night I crawl into bed with my husband and watch for a reaction from my right side flopping around like it has a mind of its own, and my left side, nothing. Every night its the same thing...I kiss goodnight, a cuddle and sweet spoken words of love. There is no reaction. I am loved, I am beautiful and much like the woman in this picture, I wear my scar proud.
A couple days ago I was updating my blog and posted a picture of my scar on here. I was advised that it was not a good idea and that it was a little risky. Personally, to me there is nothing sexual about my scar, there is no breast there, and I personally think it is BEAUTIFUL! This is my sign of being cancer free and I wear it proudly!
When I found this picture on line, I couldnt help but share it, I am not sure what the advertisement is for as it is not in english, however, it portrays exactly how I feel at this time in my life! This woman is smiling, happy and loved and wears her scar proudly. This is exactly how I feel. Every night I crawl into bed with my husband and watch for a reaction from my right side flopping around like it has a mind of its own, and my left side, nothing. Every night its the same thing...I kiss goodnight, a cuddle and sweet spoken words of love. There is no reaction. I am loved, I am beautiful and much like the woman in this picture, I wear my scar proud.
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