It is now a year since my mastectomy and 13 months since my diagnosis of breast cancer.
It has been a year of stripping for me I have been stripped of so many things that I felt defined me my ability to look after my children (we had a nanny for 6 months); my duties as a wife (my body has changed forever); my hair.. But this process of stripping has been strangely empowering- I am still me and the things that have been taken from me (some temporarily and some permanently) did not really define me.
The essence of me remains, and that essence feels a new passion for life, an excitement about the future and a determination to embrace all that it offers.
