Two other women, also breast cancer survivors, said their husbands left them after they were diagnosed. Both had to have mastectomies (in case anyone doesn’t know, this is the surgical operation to remove one or both breasts).
The first woman said her husband told her that he would rather see her dead than see her lose her breasts. The second woman had her operation and waited all day to be picked up by her husband, who never arrived. By nightfall, one of the nurses offered to give her a ride, and she came home to find the house empty.
Obviously, these are extreme cases of a man’s reaction to his wife’s breast cancer, but this is what I see when I see the “I ♥ Boobies” bracelets. I see love of the body parts, not the person being treated—not the patient, not the victim, not the survivor.
Sad news. Beyonce hasn’t been home in over a week. He doesn’t leave for more than a few hours at a time so I don’t have a lot of hope of him returning at this point. I told Mabel that he just found a new home like Batman did. Not sure if I ever mentioned that, but Batman totally lives around the corner with some old lady that stuffs him full of tuna treats. He visits every few weeks and he’s fat as fuck. Anyway, now that we are essentially cat-less I’ve been trolling Petfinder because that’s what I do and it is taking every ounce of self control not to get in the car and drive an hour away for this ridiculous animal. Holy shit.