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My Body: The Greatest Story Ever Told
Like all great stories, my body has taught me many lessons. Lessons of love, of gratitude, of grace and patience.
October 11, 2020
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Like all great stories, my body has taught me many lessons. Lessons of love, of gratitude, of grace and patience.
I put out an APB for my Sexy, unsure if it could actually be brought back but I was willing to do the work to get it back.
How do you prepare yourself mentally and emotionally for losing your breasts, how do you say goodbye to your boobs?
These are MY terms of being at peace living with Metastatic Breast Cancer (MBC). Being diagnosed with Stage IV MBC at the age of 31 was not my form of peace, but I live and exist in purpose.
Breast cancer literally and figuratively cut me down and built me up. It forced me to see the “real” directly in front of my eyes, not the things my mind made up for me to see.
Flaw + Awesomeness = FlawSomeness a great combination of words that has allowed me to embrace my keloid scar as being a part of what I call my Shade of Pink Story.
As my physical wounds heal, I find myself counting my scars, and tracing them with my fingers. But, rather than seeing mutilation, I see new life lines and possibilities in those scars.
The first word that comes to mind when I think of my post-cancer body is “journey.”
Journey is the word used to define the complete treatment plan that a breast cancer patient must take, but what I didn’t realize is that each part of the breast cancer experience has its own journey.
I had become the patient; he became the caregiver. He saw me differently. Fragile. In pain. Suffering. All I wanted was to be loved in every way — to be a wife, a lover, a sexual being.
But what I’ve come to realize is that I was only interested in “being” Tova 2.0 and not “becoming” Tova 2.0.
