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Some may find it important to share their experience; others would just as soon never bring up cancer again. Golby offers the following advice to help cancer patients and survivors answer some of the questions they may have about dating.
A cancer diagnosis can shake people’s self-confidence, making them feel betrayed by their body or as if they don’t have as much control over their future as they once did, Ms. This loss of confidence can make it harder to pursue a relationship.
Now we have to live the after life that breast cancer gave to us.
In the eight months since my separation, he’s the only man from the dating site with whom I’ve felt a strong connection. A real, honest-to-god, working pea coat, not the kind you buy at Abercrombie and Fitch. He turns on Pandora blues and Stevie Ray Vaughn wails as we sit on the cushion he has made for the wrap-around bench in the salon and make out.
And although we all know that looks aren't everything, to us it is.
I was lucky, a double mastectomy, no chemo, no radiation and no drugs. But taking the breasts off a single woman who is actively dating - that's the tough part! You think it's over now and life will go on as before, but it's not. Having a double means you have no more breast tissue which means no more feeling in your breasts. And a bunch of scars that travel across your breasts like a roadmap. This is the time that you have to truly believe in yourself - when he doesn't call you again after you told him, or he can't understand why you won't let him touch you and he thinks you don't like him, or that you're not even worthy of being loved until your body looks nearly perfect again - you have to believe with your entire being that you're still the same loving, giving, fun and sexy girl you were before your breasts were taken off. This is when you find out how truly healthy or truly damaged your self esteem really is. Proven over and over again by my heart that perseveres no matter how hurt or sad or astonished it has been. Strange bedfellows - single, dating and a double mastectomy.Expanders are made of hard plastic, not exactly lifelike. I ended up telling him about everything later that night and he was so understanding and sympathetic and just wrapped me up in his arms to let me know it was okay. I came to realize that no matter what size you tell your plastic surgeon you want to be, you will be a D. Can you pick yourself up and go on one more date and tell yourself this could be it, the man who will make all the disappointments worthwhile. We who somehow fear, yet are so excited by the next first date.My first Expander Date was with a great, fun guy who, later into the date, came up behind me and put his arms around me. We who sometimes question the beauty of our own body and try to figure out how to coexist with the past and the present images. I recognized him from his profile pictures and noticed he was wearing a pea coat. At 8 p.m., after four hours of drinks and appetizers and dinner, we vacate the table because another party is waiting. Just outside the restaurant and feet from the lakeshore, a circle of Adirondack chairs surrounds a roaring fire pit contained by wired-in stacks of oyster shells. I reach over to the arm of his chair to hold his hand and pull it under the scratchy wool blanket on my lap. Inside, it has a wooden steering wheel, a galley, a salon, a bunk, a head. He has crafted the interior woodwork, he has drawn the framed miniature sketches hanging on the walls, he has read all of the books lining the built-in bookshelves. It was his coat and his no-nonsense manner that first put me at ease. on Friday, I was sitting in a Lake Union oyster bar when I saw this tall, ruddy-complexioned man enter with a ready smile. It’s the middle of winter, a clear, freezing night and our fingers are getting numb. Then we kiss in the parking lot, our cold noses touching while a man in a passing car rolls down his window and yells, “Get a room! It’s got the prime slip spot, furthest out with an unobstructed view of downtown Seattle and Gasworks Park.