I was 52. I was as haggard as 70! Chemo does that to you.
My wake-up call was 16 messages on my phone.
From my sister. She was scared sick.
I hadn’t spoken to anyone in weeks. I hadn’t responded to calls. I had blocked out the world because I was so ashamed of my appearance.
But when I opened my apartment door to let my sister in, she was ecstatic. Her eyes lit up… she hugged me.
And said: “Oh.. You are the best sight in the world right now Sara! You have no idea how terrified I’d been… We thought you’d done something… to yourself”
In that moment, a switch flipped. Epiphany.
I was STILL beautiful. To the people who cared. That’s the truth.
For the rest…..
If I was alive… I could re-build my body. Regain my looks.