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December 30, 2009
Published on Dec 30, 2009
Ok. We need to talk about body image here. Mine.
I’m 56. Already in the high risk group for feeling a tad shakey about my waning physical prowess, my attractiveness, my sexy quotient.
I mean, my face has jowels that make me wonder why I don’t slobber.
The amount of cream I use to avoid cracking, peeling, shrivelling, could lube the space shuttle.
My track record with the opposite sex reads like I show up for the audition and he says “next.”
AND THEN THEY GO MESSING WITH MY BOOBS!!!
Half way through radiation my right breast and ribcage developed lovely shade of color reminiscent of jaundice overlaid with a bad sunburn.
I have three scars on my 34B, so you can imagine there isn’t tissue much left unscathed.
And I itch.
There’s more, but it gets to be an overshare.
I am a goddess. A crazy, sexy, cancer goddess.