I went more and more infrequently. I was greeted by lovely old friends. I have strong support at home but there are times that the only one who really knows how I am feeling is one who has walked in my shoes. Sometimes, though, a group does not turn out to be very supportive. One woman that I had known for several years told me that she found it difficult to talk to me about breast cancer even though she had a bilateral mastectomy some twenty years previous.
Breasts are too sexual an issue in our country.
Bob has since gone on to set up a number of resources for men with breast cancer. I sat on the floor refusing to conform to these fluffy topics of conversation. They wore wigs while I just pulled my old baseball cap down over my shaved head. I felt very alone. Everyone there talked of earlier stage treatments.