SOMEONE HOLD ME
Apparently, my pain medication made me sick, so I’ve stopped taking it. However, the dull throbbing has returned to my cheeks and I don’t feel that much better yet.
I need fic recommendations about what if Lelouch didn’t accidentally use his Geass on Euphy and joined her so I can read when I get Internet again. Any suggestions?
I really have no idea what’s wrong with me. All this week, I’ve been waking up at 6 feeling so horrible. At first I thought it’s because I’m not use to living like this, but it’s been almost three weeks and I was fine after the second day.
Two other women, also breast cancer survivors, said their husbands left them after they were diagnosed. Both had to have mastectomies (in case anyone doesn’t know, this is the surgical operation to remove one or both breasts).
The first woman said her husband told her that he would rather see her dead than see her lose her breasts. The second woman had her operation and waited all day to be picked up by her husband, who never arrived. By nightfall, one of the nurses offered to give her a ride, and she came home to find the house empty.
Obviously, these are extreme cases of a man’s reaction to his wife’s breast cancer, but this is what I see when I see the “I ♥ Boobies” bracelets. I see love of the body parts, not the person being treated—not the patient, not the victim, not the survivor.