At first, I felt that if the one person who was supposed to care couldn’t look at me, then no other man would either. I was wrong. After five years of dating, I never once encountered a man who was as insensitive as my husband had been. I have now found the man of my dreams.
In some respects, my “medical adventures,” as I refer to them, were the best thing that ever happened. They enabled me to see my ex for who he really was and find a man who truly IS a man.
Got A New Set And A New Life
Dear Abby: Breast cancer doesn’t ruin your life unless you let it.
I am 66 years old. When I was in high school, my mom had a breast removed. My parents and I just took it in stride. It didn’t define us. Dad adored her.
Mom would come in dressed up for whatever reason and ask, “Am I even?” because the “falsies” then were made of foam and were lightweight. She kept the vacation money pinned to it. She made a few new friends faint when she used it as a pin cushion. Dad died at 90, and Mom died the following year.
Mom could have helped “Anonymous.” She would have cut her a slice of homemade pie, poured a cup of coffee, sat down at the table and just talked to her. Women need other women. “Anonymous” should find a friend who has gone through the same thing and talk and pray. She needs both.
Earlene In Texas
Dear Abby: My wife went through a lumpectomy, chemotherapy, then radiation. During that time she went to work every day, except when she had a treatment.
Of course, I have a visual reminder of what she went through when we share an intimate moment, but she has had to deal with it every day of her life since then. When I see her scar, I think about how strong she was going through that difficult period of time. Rather than drive us apart, it has brought us closer together than I ever thought possible.
Husband Of A Breast Cancer Survivor
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