I think the key, at least for myself, is not expecting even Cancer-Lite to be an easy ride, but to create plans for “okay, sometimes it’s gonna suck; how am I going to get through the wobbly bits?”
Things change, sometimes dramatically, when we shine a different light on them.
My breasts have always been an important part of my womanly identity. Waiting impatiently for them to appear (I was a “Pirate’s Dream” – flat as a plank – till I was almost 14). Flaunting the girls, once they did grow in. Nursing my baby with them. My breasts are an important part of my sex life to this day. Will I really be me, if I have to sacrifice part of a breast, all of a breast, or both of them?