I had six months of chemo, followed by a bilateral mastectomy with full node clearance on the left and sentinal node on the right. During the six months of chemo (for me a nightmare) prior to surgery, my head accepted that those two comfy cushions on my front which had been the source of much pride as a teenager, a source of nourishment for my babies (four years and five months total), in my twenties and much fun thereafter, had to go. They were trying to kill me. Not just some theoretical Hollywood tearjerker movie, but for real. If I kept them, I was going to die sooner rather than later. With my husband's love and support (39 years married) and that of my adult kids and their partners, I've come through. A couple of speed humps here and there due to other medical conditions, but here I still am two years post diagnosis and No Evidence of Disease. Sure I miss my boobs, but I know I've given it everything I have to live a longer life, and that is more important to me and my family. Keep going and you too will get there. Ally (((hug))).