Where's my voice gone?

Thanks Tonya,  I know I should be patient, but I am terrible at it.  It is very slightly louder than what it was a few weeks ago.  Last Thursday night it was on its way  back to normal, but on Friday I could barely even squeak for the whole day.  I just didn't think it would take this long.  There is always something else that comes up when you least expect it.

I was just reading some of your latest blogs and having a chuckle to myself because I know where you are coming from.  One of the plastic surgeons that I saw initially, told me I was being vain for wanting to have my breast reconstructed.  I really don't think he wanted to operate on me because of me being diagnosed as advanced and I think he thought I might fall off the perch before the time came to operate.  I felt so horrible after he said that as I had never considered myself vain before that. (Some surgeons who do breast enlargements make their patients see psycologists before the op.)  With breast cancer it is just into surgery and learning to accept the outcome.  I found a different surgeon after that, one that listened.

It must be the month for the "me" feeling.  I was thinking about it the other day.  I've lost a breast, feel like I've lost my mind sometimes, and feel like I have lost the real me, my emotions, my enthusiasm, so many things that this disease takes from you.

Anyway we must battle on.  So it sounds like dark curls are the by product of all this.  I ran into an aquaintance the other day and she finished her chemo before xmas and she also had black curls.  Prior to her diagnosis she had dark blonde hair that was straight and fine (similar to mine).  Not sure how I am going to feel about that, but at least it will be hair I guess.

Take care Tonya.  I hope all goes well for you and thank you for the advice.  Once again, I just didn't want to feel like I was alone.

All the best.

Tracey xx