Five days to go until I farewell my breasts. I am comfortable with my decision but nervous about the emotional impact of the outcome. How can you anticipate an amputation of this nature, physically...
Lying on the trolley going into theatre having (yet another) person asking your name DOB and what is happening to you today is tough. Actually it's fucking horrible. In the end we choose to do it. You will join a club of thousands, which, once again is not helpful. Do the best you can. Marg xx