Och så kom den till slut: min sista cellgiftsbehandling. Så efterlängtad! Även om jag just nu mår som en urvriden disktrasa är det helt underbart att veta att jag bara kommer att bli bättre efter det här. Att jag kan satsa på att bli starkare, piggare och friskare.
I’m writing this blog post in English, for my New Zealand friend Dani who I found through Instagram. She and I started chemo on the same day, Aug 1. We’re both scheduled to finish chemo mid-November, and are facing our operations in December. I’ve been following her and she is absolutely brilliant: sharing pics of herself at the best and worst of times, always with a great sense of humour. We chat on Insta sometimes, giving each other pep talk and discussing our hopes and fears. While our situations aren’t exactly the same, we have enough in common for me to take great comfort in the fact that I have a breast cancer sister on the other side of the world.
Anyhow, Dani recently wrote on her blog about a project in New Zealand called Dear Boobs – a collection of 100 letters written by women with breast cancer, to their boobs. With my operation ahead of me, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and research. I was planning on writing a traditional blog post, but the Dear Boobs project inspired me to write my own letter instead: