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Does losing your breasts make you less than a woman?One husband's point of view. |
| It had been four long months since her mastectomy. Four months spent feeling incomplete and empty; like she was no longer a woman. Her sensuality, her eroticism had dried up like a raisin in the sun. She avoided her husband. No hugs, no innocent body brushes, no kissing and certainly no touching. One day he caught her off guard. He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her into his arms. He carried her to the bedroom and tossed her on the bed. Before she could protest he grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head. She tried to cover her missing breasts with her hands but he stopped her. He looked at her breasts and then he looked her lovingly in the eyes. "You are beautiful. Always have been, always will be." With that simple sentiment he pressed kisses to each of her scars and then held her while she wept. |