When I saw this picture on the Internet it made me so angry at breast cancer. Breast cancer took my beloved Jeannette from me. It tore into her body like a speeding bullet. It shattered her breast bones and bits and pieces of it were coming out of a hole where her breast used to be. It scared her to death. She had pain that nobody can even describe. No pain medication could take it away. She had only one breast. It was full of cancer too. The doctor thought that when she removed the one on the right the cancer would be all gone. That day after the surgery I was in the hospital by her bedside. Jeannette was never one to complain but at that point in time, she was miserable and depressed. She told me that she was ugly and that she never wanted to see herself in the mirror. I tried my best to reassure her that with reconstruction surgery she would be back to looking normal. She didn't buy that one bit. I cried as I left her room. Why did this cancer invade her young body. Why not me.
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