Forgive me if this isn’t relevant, but it’s something uplifting that stays with me.
I was walking a remote beach in the Canaries, early morning, no one around, I reached a distant headland and saw a female figure, late 60’s, like me. She had fabulous white teeth, the broadest of smiles and was dancing in the surf at the waters edge, naked, arms out wide, twirling around, so happy.
I didn’t recognise or know her, but she gave me the most amazing heartwarming welcome like a long-lost friend.
It was only the next morning when we bumped into one another again in the same place, same huge smile, arms wide, embracing life in the sunshine and surf, that I noticed she had a mastectomy.
I feel it was so powerful, she was embracing her scars with pride and it reinforced a powerful message that we carry on and make the most of life with any limitations that we are given. I think of her often.