The Huffington Post UK recently published my “Keeping it Casual – Dating after Breast Cancer” post. I decided to take the plunge and put my Uni-boob out there in the name of highlighting some of the myths, untruths and frustrations around reconstruction, cancer symptoms and other cancer related shit with a wider audience than might be reached by my own blog.
It created a bit of interest and who would have guessed my tits – or more accurately tit – would ever grace The Sun?
Here are links to the news items about my blog in The Mail/Femail online. Take a look.
Click here for The Mail article
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I’m so delighted your tit hit the sun! I’m divorcing with a double mastectomy with reconstruction.I love my fake cleavage but it too is is truly misleading…a small central ish tattoo which guided radiotherapy beams is the only clue to what lies beneath – two cold nipple-less scar-emblazoned mounds with ripples of stitching reflecting the mechanics barely below the surface. One is slowly moving south. The other defies gravity as a result of radiotherapy. They have no feeling and move in the oddest of ways as my pectoral muscles sit over the top of the implants instead of the chest wall. Yes I deserve the man with a six pack brain and bod but it’s beyond me to fathom out how to navigate this issue in dating. Scorn upon the man who reduces the sacrifice I made to be here and my love of life to a horror-filled recoil but heaven help me, I sympathise! I’m a boob girl and I miss my deflated once milk producing play things too. I can barely remember how to flirt let alone navigate this minefield. Dear god, don’t let Roger be my only friend… remember I want to LIVE!
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I used to love flirting – now I wouldn’t even know where to start! I’m not ashamed to say I loved my tits too – however glad I am to be alive, I miss them. Fingers crossed for us both to find a way to navigate the minefield!
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