For the first week back home, I was mentally adjusting to the “new me”. Caroline 2.0.
From the left collar bone to the top of my breast I felt nothing. If I touched my left side, I felt nothing. I would also get an occasional itch near the crease of my left armpit; but if I scratched it, I felt nothing. I wasn’t really sure what to do with “it”. This was now what I was going to be living with. I knew the nerve endings were going to grow back, but when? The sensations of numbness and tingling were all on my left side. All I wanted was the feeling to come back. It would come back right?
It felt like the ultimate test in multitasking and time management. I would be in the office in the morning, shoot off to either Charing Cross, or Marylebone for a few hours, then come back to finish up the rest of my day. Piece of cake!
One day, I was minding my own business. Living my life. Doing some yoga. Travelling as much as I could. Working probably more than I should. Then I was diagnosed with breast cancer.
My name is Caroline. This is my story.
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