I think, today, I’ll finish a drawing I started a while ago. I put it away because things happened and it just hurt (emotionally) too much to finish. I almost just tore it up in a fit. But it is what it is. I feel differently about it. And now I think I’m going to finish it. For me. Because it is mine really, and in my heart it is still a thing that I love.

no one else will understand it but that's ok it's mine


I start taking Imuran.
I get a b12 injection.
I’m still sick but I might start to feel better.
I’m still sad but I might be happy.
I’m kind of anxious to see my GP.
The birds might come back.

I'm hoping I feel better


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.

- My Beef with the “I Love Boobies” Bracelets (via star-trekkin)

(Source: politicalmachine, via sparklyflareon)