Whilst I was upset in the weeks leading up to my surgery and some tears of misery during chemo. It was only after and back to work that I had those tears that just came from nowhere. And for me it was others stories too. It was facing the fear of what could have been, or even what might return. Acknowledging that is fine. It allows us to heal and move forward. I still have the odd day like that, especially when tired, but mostly I don't now.
Weirdly it's only now that I am really dealing with the loss of my breasts, 15 months on. (I seemed to have developed nipple envy) most days I don't think about it, but other days it's hard.
We all have different stories but we are united by a common thread...we have faced our mortality. ..and that leaves a scar we can't see.
Kath x