Hi Anita. I remember the nights oh so well. It's quiet and you're tired but then the mind starts to go down different tracks. The more you try to clear it, it just always ends up back on the bad track. I would lie in bed thinking of my mother and sister and thinking 'now I know what they went through'. My poor Mum didn't make it, but it was 1968 and the treatment was primitive. My sister is doing great, now 18 years post diagnosis. I guess my point is, it's normal to worry and night time, when there is no other activity is when the trouble starts. I used to get on the computer until I nearly dropped off and then go to bed. As for your husband, he married you because you were you, not for your breasts. I'm sure he loves you and he will also love the new you, all the best,
Hazel xx
