cant face shower today, have a nice day planned and a shower would not help my mood. luckily i can wash with my eyes closed whereas if i attempt to shower with eyes closed I wobble and might fall over.
Also going to attempt makeup.... might be interesting since most of eyebrows have left me - traitors!!
so off to bathroom.....
So here i am, just fresh from the shower. I used to love that fresh feeling, i also used to love soaking in a fragrant bath with a cuppa and a good book. I didnt hate mirrors either.
now I just cry and cry and... well you get the idea.... I chose a mastectomy. it made and still makes sense. not that theres much internal debate time - from diagnosis to op was 3 weeks! the word cancer motivated me to say 'get it gone'…
