I have never been so scared. Ever. Ever, ever. All I can think is "please, please don't take it all." Both nipples will be gone, eventually. But my strength, my stamina, my.... interest. I won't even call it what it is. I am talking about my "libido" and the physical experience of intimacy. My "interest" is higher than it's ever been in my life. Intimacy has never *felt* better in my life. I'm not ready to... lose this, yet. The treatment I start today, though, could take that away. All of it. And I don't know how to do this. I don't know how to wait and see if my so very young relationship is going to have to try and weather *another* so very unnatural adjustment. Not yet. Just please, not yet. I don't know what bargain I'm willing to make to keep this piece of me just a little bit longer, but I'm willing to talk terms. Please? Hair. I'd be completely willing to lose my hair and both nipples and never complain about any of it if I can just keep this piece. That's got to be worth something in a sentimental, "rings of Akhaten" kind of way ~ my dreads are past my waist. Please, consider it? It's all I feel like I have left to bargain with.
This isn't a very Buddhist reaction. This is what they would define as attachment, I suppose. Except I never had this piece, really, to begin with ~ intimacy I could enjoy that wasn't tainted with one of the myriad of events in my past. Intimacy I enjoyed that didn't make me feel like I was imposing. It feels so *good* to be with him, and I am not ready to lose that, yet. Please? I *like* feeling good. I don't think I took it for granted. But just because you treat a thing exactly right ~ never take it for granted, always appreciate it ~ doesn't mean you won't lose it. It just means that you did it right while you had it. It's easier to lose something, though, when you have someone to blame - even if that someone is yourself. Then something can be done differently "next time" so maybe when the loss present itself again, you know better what to do so as not to lose it. That's the goal behind learning from past mistakes, so the outcome next time around is better. This is the first time I am facing the possibility of losing something that I did everything within my power to keep alive. Everyone involved did. This should be an interesting piece. Talk about new territory...
What began as an arguably desperate search for an assumed-non-existent "Inner Breast Cancer Badass" is moving into the next phase - getting to know the "Badass" I was so scared didn't exist. Join me if you like, if you want, if you must, if you need. If none of these currently apply, I'll be here, if ever they ever do...
Friday, September 12, 2014
TMI - You Can't Say You Weren't Warned
Labels:
Anxiety,
Attitude,
Breast Cancer,
Denial,
Depression,
Desire,
Diary,
Estrogen,
Journal,
Menopause,
Mental Health,
Pain,
Personal Essay,
Self-Help,
Sensuality,
Sex Drive,
Sexuality,
TMI
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