My dear.... the damn bus did fall out of the sky already and hit you squarely on the head, it's called Breast Cancer! Didn't it? I wish I could offer you words of comfort, but you need to find it at your own pace. You will, it just takes a bit. Remember that you can't live your life in such fear of mets... if they come, you will find the strength to fight it. I refuse to live in that kind of fear any longer. It's not good for your body, mind or spirit. We are all scared, that is a given, but don't let fear dictate your life.

As for the looks, well I can't help you there. I never was a looker, boobs and long hair, great body, NOT ... so I am just grateful that I'm still walking on God's green earth and spending as much time with my grandkids as possible.

I hope you find some peace.
Hugs,