Just a few days ago, I wrote this on Huffington Post: Miss Tectomy: How Losing My Breasts Made Me Feel Beautiful
Since then, I have read hundreds of comments… received private messages… and heard others’ personal stories. But there’s one message I got this morning that is a perfect example of why I expose (literally and figuratively) my story, hoping my experience can possibly help others.
“I only met you once and you told me your story. In April, my mom called and told me she had a bad mammogram, and a week later, she found out it was cancer. The doctor suggested a lumpectomy which may, or may not, require chemo and radiation. She asked me what I would do.
I had been thinking about it non stop since she told me about the mammogram. I told her I would get rid of them, take them off and throw a party. She was silent for a couple of seconds and said, “Yes, that is what I want to do.” I worried that I gave her a bad idea, I worried she wouldn’t survive the surgery.
She did make it through. And she was told a week later that the other breast, the one that did not show up on a mammogram, had a different cancer. Her doctor said it was the most aggressive, difficult-to-treat cancer a woman can get. He told her she did not have to have any chemo or radiation.
I believe, had I not have met you, I would not have told my mom what I did and I doubt she would have made the decision she did. So not only do I thank you, but I think Miss Tectomy should become the new pink ribbon.”
THIS, my friends, makes posing topless so worthwhile. I’m overwhelmed with gratitude.