I Survived Breast Cancer But I Don't Think of Myself As a Survivor

I Survived Breast Cancer But I Don't Think of Myself As a Survivor

After the first week, I had them play Italian opera during each session. The nurses yelled “Ciao” as I left, which buoyed my spirits. I didn’t tell many people I was sick. I wanted my body to hear only that it was well.

Not a coincidence that Warrior Two is my favorite yoga pose.

I've been clean for five years now. The entire pink ribbon industry will probably scream, but I don’t think of myself as a cancer survivor — to do so would make me feel like a victim. I don’t want to be reminded. I prefer to see it as all in the past, in my rearview mirror. I get mammograms annually, where my breasts are treated like panini, but except for then, I almost forget I ever had cancer.

That took practice.

Nina Giovannitti is a writer and skin expert in Los Angeles and can be found at bewitnessed.com and ninaface.com.

Originally published at Purple Clover

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