We’re on the plane and there’s turbulence. I hate turbulence so I’m squeezing his freckled, red-haired leg. Squeezing it hard. Getting my short, bitten-off fingernails in there, too. He doesn’t flinch. He just takes his big, beefy hand and covers mine with it.
During Breast Cancer Awareness Month, I was asked to write this piece. Extremely personal. (Of course.) Warning: I use the term “dry vagina” twice. I know you expect nothing less from me.
You can also read it here.
A selection of pictures from my diagnosis in February 2016 to January 2018, when I really started feeling like myself again.
Six months after my first chemo, I was starting to feel like a sexual being again. But I quickly found out that my vagina was not the same as it used to be. After a few months of using Vagifem low estrogen vaginal suppositories, sex was not as painful. But that wasn't good enough for me. I wanted sex to be more comfortable.
The Sari Center offers integrative cancer care therapies for patients and there caregivers. Over my 14 months of treatment, I used many of their services. Every single week. Hypnotherapy, acupuncture and massage were my mainstays. But it’s not just the services that helped; as important were the people there.