Several months ago, I joined a new gym. My previous fitness center had too many problems -- too expensive, too many insensitive personal trainers, too many members who thought they were training for the Olympics, and eventually too many people turning the place into a meat market.
I never fared well in the meat-market culture, and I have fared even worse since breast cancer.
Maybe … Continue reading the story "Exercising Those Demons"
I love my gym’s pool, but I detest the locker room. Too many people see me naked there.
I’ve always been modest and shy about my body. Still, since breast cancer socked it to me good – stealing my physical and emotional health… and my body parts – I’ve been excessively paranoid about being naked in front of others. The conversation between my paranoid self and … Continue reading the story "Locker Room Talk"
I wrote this piece the year after my double mastectomy with reconstruction. Before my surgery, I was already grappling with body-image issues due to a lumpectomy-disfigured breast. I thus decided to enroll … Continue reading the story "Lost in Translation"
Five years ago today, I had to get something off my chest.It was my breasts. I had a prophylactic double mastectomy with reconstruction (DIEP) December 1, 2006, a day I will know for the rest of my life. That day, I was made into a bionic woman of sorts. Abdominal arteries, muscle, and fat were tunneled up to create new man-made … Continue reading the story "Going Off the DIEP End"