While planning a bra-fitting meetup for my Young Survival Coalition support group, I was reminded of the pile of useless underthings stuffed in my bottom drawer.
This might be the most meaningful part of my journey. Grappling with being a physician, trying to treat and heal myself, and then the vulnerability that comes with being a patient.
Breast cancer helped me to really understand why flight attendants tell you to put your oxygen mask on first before you help anyone else.
No one prepares you for a broken vag when you’re 40 and diagnosed with breast cancer.
