I think I have an obsession. I think I’m obsessed with my breasts. Well, if it’s true, at least I’ve limited the obsession to my own breasts.

Imagine knowing you have a diseased part of your body and you can’t get rid of it just yet. I just want that breast gone. Maybe both of them. But I can’t until chemo does it’s job.

So I find myself looking, analyzing…trying to gauge whether chemo IS working. And I’m convinced it is.

But I think I’m also driving myself crazy.

Time to find something new to obsess about, I think. Any good ideas?


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