An Uplifting Discovery
Having gone through cancer, I’m no longer modest about my breasts. After all, they’ve been poked, prodded, sliced, diced, poisoned and radiated, which kind of makes them belong as much to the medical profession as they do to me. Given the public showing of my breasts over the past several years, I decided to invest in a push-up bra and am giddy with joy about wearing it. My transformation, from pancake to perky, may not seem like much in this photo. But to me—and a few others who have taken notice—this bra rocks. I realize now that I should have been showing off my girls a long time ago. I’ve still got them, after all. I might as well flaunt them.
The topic of cancer isn’t so front and center anymore. It’s been blurred by school routines, soccer games and family trips. Though I was once plagued by the fear of developing the disease again, I now realize that sometimes a bump is just a bump, a headache is just a headache. While I’m monitored closely for recurrence (a mammogram, ultrasound and MRI every six months, and monthly self-exams in the shower), I cope better with each passing day, thanks in part to a year’s worth of weekly counseling and an antidepressant. In truth, cancer has been a gift. It’s forced me to take stock of all that is precious in my life—like these three guys who cushioned my fall and helped me get back up again. It’s given me clarity, peace and a reason to live each day to its fullest. I’m convinced that cancer isn’t the end of my days; it’s just the beginning.
Images: Jacki Donaldson / Originally published in the October 1, 2008 issue of Family Circle magazine.