from Kevin MD
It’s 3 a.m., and I’m wide awake. I’m giddy with excitement and scared. I am 41 years old and tomorrow feels like the first day of school all over again. Only it isn’t. Tomorrow is my first day back at the hospital where I work as a surgeon. Tomorrow is also my first day back at work after chemotherapy.
Two months ago, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I underwent bilateral mastectomies with reconstruction and came back to work after being out for six weeks. The only things different about me were the scars on my chest and the fact that my breasts felt like water balloons. But everyone else didn’t know.
Tomorrow is different. I am bald. I can’t hide it anymore, and I am terrified of everyone’s reaction. There is no more pretending that nothing happened; my colleagues, the residents, the medical students, and, most importantly, my patients will know that I have undergone a life-altering change. I don’t want to be defined by my disease, but my appearance is now defined by my treatment.
What scares me most is people’s pity because I don’t want it. I just want to go back to operating and leading some semblance of my life prior to this nightmare starting.
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