Reflecting
I've spent the last few months reflecting on the past year....this week marks 12 months since my Mums funeral - followed 3 days later by my mastectomy; when I look back on this time it is more like a dream than my previous perfect life!
I have felt the need to be alone...which is hard when you have kids and no family close by to help out - but what I realise now is that my Mum, always so strong and courageous, has passed these on to me and I at last understand that this is what helped me cope and get on with it! (Mostly!)
Being at the 12 month mark I feel like I am ready to start living again....and I well know this could be the grief of losing Mum and my breast cancer "journey". I feel well, am getting used to my hair colour (had my first haircut last week!) and hot flushes have settled down! Still have to work hard on my mood but guess this one is up to me!
12 months today without my beautiful right boob and last night my husband & I remembered it by toasting with a very small glass of wine!