My self esteem took a nosedive on Friday for no other reason than I looked in a mirror as I changed clothes.
Scars everywhere on my torso. Port. Mastectomy. DIEP reconstruction. Oophorectomy. 7 scars. Seven vivid reminders of cancer.
Sometimes, it’s just too much, and Friday, the second anniversary of my mastectomy, the second anniversary of finding cancer in the sentinel nodes, the second anniversary of finding ER+ cancer in the breast tissue, the scars overwhelmed.
My life has changed so much over the last two years. Sometimes it catches up to me.
Friday was one of those days.