OK, it's a been a minute. A month to be exact. Sorry I went dark. If I'm honest, it's because I went dark . The morning after I finished chemo, I woke up to the reality that my journey was FAR from over. Oh, my optimism, my mortal flaw. To my dismay, I hadn't suddenly woken up to feeling normal, looking normal... and it hit me pretty hard. Just to the contrary, and to my utter heartbreak, I CONTINUED to lose my looks. In fact, I'd say, the very last of them I had remaining. My eyebrows evaporated. My eyelashes evaporated. My confidence eVAPorated. Go ahead, call me shallow. Call me whatever you'd like. But when you go from beauty to beast, it's soul-crushing. Today I look like an old, dying grandpa. Receding hairline, sunken sallow eyes, gray skin... nothing even makeup or wigs can solve anymore. So yeah, I've laid low. Week one post chemo was hard. Week two was harder. My mastectomy was approaching and all of the nerves, second-guessing, and worry b
Hope your house was rocking because we are all jumping up and down for you!
ReplyDeleteThis was such great news Leah!!!
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Amazing!!! I'm so incredibly happy for you and you should be so so proud! Love you! 💖💖💖
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