Wonderful blog from my friend Magteld about the latest stage in her battle with cancer.
Finally, after months of chemotherapy I have had a mastectomy of my right breast. The operation was five weeks after my last chemo. My body needed time to recover first. Although I had months to prepare myself for losing my breast, I still had to walk around with a stubborn tumour which refused to shrink. I couldn’t work out whether I would feel relieved or feel the loss of a part of me. It’s strange to feel sentimental about a body part that has made me seriously ill, but my right breast previously played a part in giving life when I breastfed my two boys. As the time drew closer to the operation I started to accept I would lose her and tried to imagine what my body would look like without her.
On the morning of the operation I toke myself to the hospital in a taxi. I…
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