By Julie Gaughan Spink, a breast cancer survivor
Written for a friend who is struggling after treatment for breast cancer
I'm me, still me
So why do I feel this way?
I want to be like I was before
When I could laugh and sing and play
Having one boob makes me feel a freak
But that feeling changes week on week
I'm me, still me
Deep inside, behind the mask
Like a volcano ready to erupt
Where nobody thinks to even ask
How are you really feeling? Not just today
Let it all out - it's time to play!
I'm me, still me
Worrying myself sick about how I look
Why's that you ask?
I don't actually know
I want to be ME - me the Mam, lover and cook
Confidence is everything, but where did it go?
Along with my boob I think - goodness only knows
I need help to stop this fight
It's with me all day long
All day and night
Feeling sorry for myself and crying non-stop
Isn't what I expected when I had the op
I expected it to be hard
But now I feel like a lump of lard
I feel like crap so I go for a nap
Maybe I'll feel fine
Just give me some time
I'm not a freak! It's all in my head
The old me has gone and I'm full of dread
The process is slow but I know I'll be OK
Just wait for me to emerge
although it'll take more than a day
I'm me, still me
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