Now a few weeks of *not* doing chemotherapy has passed and I've had some time to reflect on all that has been and still is. I still feel like I'm in some kind of honeymoon period, feeling mostly joy and ease even though I'm not thoroughly up to normal speed again. I still get the… Continue reading The uniboob mission – Raising awareness on the flat choice in Denmark
Fuck yes! Yes, yes, yes. YEEEES!!!!!! I'm out of my mind happy and yet tired and weary. This is surreal and I actually don't think anyone who hasn't been in this situation can understand what it feels like. I've done the entire six series of chemotherapy prescribed to me in April. But now it's done.… Continue reading Chemo and me are breaking up – the passionate love-hate story has finally come to an end!
Jeg vender endnu en side i plastikkirurgens portefølje. Hun er tydeligvis stolt af sit arbejde og med god grund. “Jeg er sikker på, at vi får et godt resultat med dig,“ forsikrer hun mig, imens jeg kigger på små bryster, mellem bryster, store bryster. Det er nemt at se, at de alle sammen er kunstige,… Continue reading Politiken kronik: Bliver jeg en freak?
Is amazing how we adapt. I guess it's one of the most prominent features of mankind; you except new realities in a heartbeat. This is how we have colonized almost all parts of the earth, spanning from the hottest of deserts to the snow covered freezing arctic. I'm in neither environment, but nontheless this transformation… Continue reading Onwards and upwards towards new normals
Why would we ever want to call our bodies flawed? Why are our bodies policed and not under our own control? Why would we need to hide our bodies? Both having your breast removed and having a breast or nipple get problematised, in different settings, and both issues becomes accentuated in my position. Every time… Continue reading Fucking flawless
I was 19 years old when my grandmother on my mother's side was diagnosed with breast cancer. At this point she had her breast removed without reconstruction. She didn't receive neither radiation nor chemotherapy, possibly because she declined - but I'm not sure. Then there was spreading to the thyroid, so that had to be… Continue reading A heavy heritage
So the big day finally arrived. I'd lie if I told you I wasn't scared or anxious before going to my first chemotherapy session. It's always frightening to go to places you haven't been before, both physically and mentally. In my mind chemo has always been one of the most horrifying situations I could imagine.… Continue reading Big bad chemo