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The Missing Conversation in Pinktober: Emotional Scars of Breast Cancer
The feeling I most clearly remember is fear. An overwhelming wave of fear going through my body. My breath, wrestling against the suffocating force of a heavy weight on my chest. I was gasping. There was a churning feeling inside, a dark apprehension that something awful has occurred. I was slipping … Share this:Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...