As I sit here, reflecting on my journey as a breast cancer survivor, the lingering pain serves as a constant reminder of the battle I've fought. It's been 12 years since my diagnosis, yet the physical echoes of that ordeal persist, etching themselves into my daily life. The pain manifests in various ways, each with its own character. There's the deep ache in my joints and muscles, a souvenir from the aromatase inhibitors I took, the surgeries I endured, the chemotherapy that I was allergic too. It's a dull, persistent throb that waxes and wanes but never truly disappears. Some days, it's a whisper; other days, it roars, making simple tasks feel like monumental challenges.
The pain that lingers
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