Processing Emotions

I learned that I’ll lose the feeling in my chest after my mastectomy and reconstruction. I asked The Husband where he physically feels me or The Boy when we hug him. He said his chest.

Which means if I don’t have feeling in my chest I won’t be able to feel either of them hug me.

I’m not going to lie. I’m pretty upset by this. This evening the emotions are here.

The Husband lost his mom young. She never met The Boy, she wasn’t at our wedding and she’s missed most of his adult life. That’s not a risk I’m willing to take for The Boy. Come hell or high water I will be alive for my son. Period. Cancer isn’t going to get me. I just need to remember that 1) God’s got this and 2) the next 40 years with my son are totally worth it.

#unBRCAble #previvor

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