Did I tell you I had my first date since James died? I met him at a bus stop. LOL! Weird, right? It was almost midnight, and I was waiting for the airport shuttle to take me to my car. I’d been to New York where I was in a commercial, and he was returning from surfing in Costa Rica. He was about my age, tall and nice looking. We struck up a conversation. He has a house in Costa Rica and goes once a month to surf. I also learned where he went to high school.
Can you believe I gave him my phone number?
The night before my first mastectomy I stood naked in front of my dressing room mirror, hoping to remember my breasts. They weren’t big, but they were well-shaped. I was slim and fit, the poster girl for exercise and eating right. Even so, it didn’t keep me from getting breast cancer. That night I wasn’t scared as much as I was anxious to have the cancer out of my body.
Even though my husband changed my bandages and cleared my drainage tubes, after my surgery, I was nervous the first time we had sex.