I am very different, I think, than a lot of women. A lot of women are very, very affected, and I had great tits. I mean, matter of fact, I wrote a play called, “Conversations Between Two Breasts,” and I had perfect 34C, great nipples, great areolas.
So you think I would be a little upset having them cut into my breast. That wasn’t what I was upset about at all. As a matter of fact, I actually am missing my right breast and could care less. That didn’t upset me. I still walk around naked, still wear a bathing suit, could care less.
But I was more nervous and concerned about what I would have to go through if I was going to have to do any toxins, toxic stuff, like chemotherapy, radiation, any of that. I didn’t want any toxins in my body. I didn’t really necessarily care as much about scarring the breast—as I did having to have chemotherapy or any of that because I always knew somewhere back in the back of my head, and we bring to us what we fear, and I kind of always thought I might get breast cancer. I am not sure why. So that was kind of what went through my mind is, just don’t give me any toxins.