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 In 2016,  I found myself in a doctor’s office staring at the results of a genetic test showing I had an 85% chance of getting breast cancer and a 40% chance of getting ovarian cancer.  The terrible options I had before me were to screen every 6 months for breast cancer or have a preventive double mastectomy.

 

Rather than wait for cancer to show up, I opted for the difficult decision to lop off my perfectly healthy breasts and to have them reconstructed.

 

 This blog post, explores the emotional impact of losing my breasts and the impossible task of trying to hold on to a version of myself that no longer existed.