My mother always forbade me to cut off my breasts. It was something we went back and forth on frequently. I saw what the breast cancer had done to her the first and second time and what she had went through in her mastectomy, so I told her that if the opportunity came, I’d have them removed. My mother would literally raise her finger to me, snarl and order me not to do it, simply for the sake of doing it.
I never promised her I wouldn’t. Read More