Online dating breasts
I tackled the topic last week in a two-part series for Fred Men struggle with impotence; women are plunged into menopause decades before they would naturally arrive; and many are left to sort it all out on their own. Because people often don’t feel comfortable talking about this stuff – not doctors, not patients, not even their partners.
And here’s Part 2, which offers a few experts tips and tricks that we as patients can use to hack our post-treatment sex life.
Well, not unless it was Mardi Gras and I’d had more than one martini (kidding! But after living with breast cancer for 2.5 years, I’ve grown accustomed to opening my gown to whomever happens to wander into the exam room.
Not because I’m some kind of exhibitionist but because I’ve always felt knowledge is power and anything that I can do to help educate and inform other BC survivors and/or the people who treat them is worthwhile.
I have to admit, though, the old me sort of watched in horror as one white coat after another moved in for a closer look at what I’ve come to call my “foundation” (after one round of Brava/fat transfer, I sort of look like a 10-year-old girl entering puberty).
And now, god help me, I’m not just talking about them – or writing about them – I’m baring my chest, and my soul, in new and very public ways.
Three weeks ago, I went in to see my oncologist for a quarterly check-up (blood work all came back fine, by the way) and afterward, went up to the surgeon’s office where I stripped down to show her and her colleagues the results of my first fat grafting surgery.