I sit here, breast in hand, not trying to become paranoid of every bump, lump and imperfection. This is my first break for sanity, here in my homeland, because I will have my lumpectomy later today. I'm afraid; afraid something could go wrong and I may never see my husband and kids again. I'm concerned that my faith is just not as strong as I may say it is.
I'm worried that my children will have more fast food than they are allowed, because my husband can cover breakfast, but his attempts at dinner leave a bit more to be desired.
And call me selfish, but I want my life and my breast and my mind and my emotions back as they should be! Im angry, afraid, hurt, depressed, anxious and confused.......
But im going to beat this; God says so
(If only i can keep the faith that high always)