
My best friend Tracey was only 24 when discovered a lump in her breast. She wrote a beautiful article on her journey in rediscovering intimacy with her boyfriend after mastectomy, by holding tight to the notion that beauty is a state of mind.
http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/33213581/ns/today-today_health/
These are a few excerpts from the article:
"I tried to think to myself, "OK, whatever, it's a boob. It sucks but hey, it's not my arm, right?" but I wasn't ready. It felt like I was burying my youth."
"My bald head is covered in kisses, pats, rubs, and fuzzy hats whenever he comes home or if I look sad or feel ugly."
"When I was home, he emptied the tubes that drained fluid from my body and dressed my wounds. The first time he saw my chest he cried a little. I cried a lot. He kissed my incision and said he "was a butt guy anyway.""
Thank you for reading. I am extremely proud and grateful of Tracey for sharing her story. It is beautifully written, brutally honest and simply a sublime love story.
Sincerely,
Griselda.










