As I cradle the newest member of my family, my heart is overflowing with love and happiness. I’m pretty sure I can manage at least one thing right: making incredible kids! Despite the hurdles life has thrown my way, I feel richly rewarded.
Breast cancer has gifted me with the most precious miracle of all—a perfectly healthy, adorable baby boy. Now, don’t get me wrong, adding a fifth child to the mix hasn’t been a walk in the park. It’s been challenging, but every single moment has been worth it. Sure, I might lose my temper like any other mom, but that doesn’t diminish my love for my children. It just makes me human—an imperfectly perfect human.
Over the past two years, I’ve come to terms with my altered body. I won’t pretend I’m ecstatic about my new look, but it’s definitely a better option than the alternative—not being here at all. People often wonder what a mastectomy looks like, and some may find it disturbing and wish to avoid it. I recall a conversation with someone who exclaimed, “That’s gross! I wouldn’t want to see it.” My first thought was, “That’s fine; feelings are subjective.”
But then I reflected and said, “Honestly, I’m a bit hurt. This is my body we’re discussing, and if you think my mastectomy is ‘gross,’ it feels like you’re calling me gross too, and that stings!” In that moment of defense, I realized I have nothing to be ashamed of. I battled cancer; my breast tried to take me down, and now the other one is nourishing and supporting another life.
I have a love-hate relationship with my breasts. I resent that they turned against me, but I adore that I can nurse my baby. My children couldn’t care less that I have only one breast. They’re not concerned with how I look or the scars on my chest. What truly matters to them is that I’m alive, able to provide for them, and shower them with love.
I’ve used both formula and breast milk to feed my kids, and both have their merits. There’s a profound connection I feel while breastfeeding my little one. In times when I felt unwanted, now I feel needed more than ever, and it’s incredibly comforting.
Many are unaware that a woman who has undergone a mastectomy can still breastfeed. Life is truly miraculous, and as humans, we are capable of so much if we set our minds to it. I’m not defined by my experience with cancer; I am still a vibrant person with limitless possibilities ahead, and each day I strive to push myself further.
So, next time you encounter someone who appears different, pause before voicing your thoughts. Consider the battles they may have faced and are likely still facing. Focus on the positive rather than the negative.
We all have feelings—some more fragile than others. Let’s spread a little kindness instead. Share the love, folks!
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In summary, my journey through breast cancer has led to a profound appreciation for life’s miracles. I’ve learned that love and resilience can triumph over adversity, and every scar tells a story of survival and hope.