Dating after mastectomy
He was so bold as to open my jean jacket, point to my breast and say, “I want some of that”. The shear panic of anyone seeing my breasts left me mortified. I’m not saying that I’m not entitled to be concerned for my looks, but the last thing I need after losing my breasts to cancer is to be caught up in what I think is someone else’s idea of what’s aesthetically pleasing.Breast cancer survivorship is a club no woman wants to belong to, but I knew that if I reached out to women just like me—others dating after a mastectomy—they could surely provide some insight.From the minute I decided to look for a relationship, finding a man who would be okay with my breasts was paramount on my mind.I’d read and re-read profiles, trying to determine if I could find some clue deeming the man was sensitive enough to learn about my breast cancer journey, but also not looking for physical perfection in a woman.After all, one in eight women will be diagnosed with breast cancer (albeit, not all have a mastectomy).
It’s like any ideal of perfection I could have ever hoped for went out the window with my breasts.
The date started with a very handsome, confident, witty, well-dressed man.