When I was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2011 at the age of 37, I had no close friends who had been through cancer treatment. I felt alone. I felt like nobody on earth could know how I felt.
My friends are amazing, and, yet, they could not relate to what I was going through. Nobody can unless they go through it themselves or walk the treatment path with a close loved one.Creating my own breast cancer support group
I have now amassed a whole cancer posse, and I could not live without them. No question is too weird, no emotion is too scary, and no frustration too small to share with these women who have walked the path of breast cancer treatment. We talk about reconstructed nipples and scar tissue and menopause and sex after cancer treatment.
We talk a lot about long-term side effects of chemo, radiation, surgery and staring death in the face. We talk about these things because there is much to process. And because when you wake up in the night deathly afraid that the pain in your rib is bone metastasis and you don't sleep the rest of the night, those sisters will not think you are a crazy hypochondriac. They have been there.Sharing my breast cancer journey
Brandie Sellers teaches yoga, meditation,
nutrition and cooking. She paints, writes, runs and plays with her children.
She is a divorcee and two-time breast cancer survivor who's undergone a double mastectomy. Brandie is crazy about her
three children, and is blessed with a slew of sister friends who pick her up
when she's down, keep her honest with herself when she's full of it, and make
her laugh until she cries. Follow her at simplelifeyoga.com.
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