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Years ago, my wife launched and maintained a self-help group for Women with and survivors of Breast Cancer. This was made necessary after she and a colleague made a in-depth study about the incidence of Breast Cancer on the area we resided then. It was 3x higher than the National average, but it was 6x higher than the European Average. Basically the chances for females in that area were that 2 in 5 would have it, and of those 6 of 10 would die of it. The causes of it, were promptly buried, I'll let you all imagine why.Awesome!
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Thanks, Motseer. I can't choose a favorite scene in this update. For me Martha/Emma, Meemaw, Debbie, Shooting + Eva's Lunch, and the pregnancy result scenes are contenders.
Meemaw's at Dr. Milk's was super fun and sad to write. The sad thing is that I had to get into Meemaw's mind about something I hadn't experienced myself. I talked to some cancer survivors (one of them my wife) about how they feel (one of them had a mastectomy) so they helped a lot doing that scene (especially the conversation at the parking lot). The fun part was also being inside her mind while she was overcoming her embarrassment, first about being touched by her grandson and then when experiencing her first orgasm in years thanks to him. And, obviously, the part related to that orgasm at the parking lot. "You do great massages, I had a big orgasm" isn't a thing you say to your grandson... at least the first time
She organized meetings, where the survivors and diagnosed women would come, share strength and hope. Since the first moment of the diagnosis, they were chaperoned by someone from the survivors, any medical appointment, any treatment, they were there for each other. Some underwent plastic surgery, but most of the oldest, opted for external prosthetics. The smiles on the faces of those old ladies, when they managed to get the prosthesis and look at themselves feeling closer to whole, is something that I will never forget. They seemed drunken on joy. A few, couldn't stand the touch on their scars, or, their bodies had rejected the surgery, those opted for tattoos. With tears. With heartbreaking sobs that broke my heart because nothing else could be done. At those times, I was asked to leave, being a male I was bringing in their fear of rejection or disgust in my eyes, there was none, but they feared it.
then the inevitable happened, the first male joined the group. Ashamed. Timid. Scared. Those women gathered around him, shit, they made him feel an Harem Lord. Sadly he didn't survive, but the change in his posture and his demeanor was 180º from when entered the group. I saw them doing it over and over. Never ever underestimate the power of love, folks.
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