Dating after cancer
Yes, I was still on vicodin, but that made the date even more pleasant.
He was an entrepreneur who owned a hanger company that sold hangers to the stars.
It was so hard knowing that I wasn’t going to see her for a week and that when I got out of the hospital, I wouldn’t be able to lift her.They both saw what I did and encouraged me to look. In the middle of my ant hills, there were lines going across, not as bad as I had imagined them to look.I was mildly fascinated, like these new bumps on my chest were some science experiment. Getting Back in the Game I couldn’t let little things like starting reconstructive breast surgery, not having nipples, and having scars, get in the way of my dating life. It truly had become my lifeline in the midst of all the high-stakes drama that was my new reality.So it should come as no surprise that the day before my double mastectomy, I went to get my hair done.I thought it was important to have nice shiny hair while getting my breasts removed.
After an hour, I realized that even on vicodin, talking about hangers is just as boring as I always imagined it would be.