Currently my breast is weeping – a side effect from radiotherapy.
It’s making me weep tears too – probably a good thing.
I fight crying.
I feel defeated when I feel that urge behind my nose.
I feel helpless when the tears run hot.
I must be strong
This has been drummed into me since… forever.
So much so that it is hard to be weak.
It’s hard to let go, even when I have so much to let go.
It’s been a tough 5 months of physical pain, and discomfort.
5 months of emotional realisations and determination.
Now I have time to rest, and I am fighting that.
I want to get back out there into life, but what life am I going back to?
My old one has gone, in its place a tender new beginning like the skin on my chest.
So I’ll weep along with the weeping.
I know this is part of the process.
Much love Txx