Dating post mastectomy
I felt like I could never be honest, or tell people what I actually did during the day.Sometimes I would just talk about my job and act like I wasn’t on sick leave.
I used old and new photos online, as my wigs were fabulously thick and long: one wig takes six to eight people’s real hair, and I was still carrying a beautiful tan from the summer that hid my new ghostly complexion.
I didn’t set any hard rules on when to tell people I was sick, it was just sort of on a need-to-know basis.
If my illness somehow came up, I would state it on the second or third date.
When I told my boyfriend, Rob, about my diagnosis, he very supportive at first, saying that the disease ran in his family, so cancer talk wasn’t new to him.
Later, he would support me by saying that he wasn’t really a boob guy and showed me photos of women with beautiful “mastectomy tattoos.” This helped calm my mind about the potential future mutilation of my body.