Laughter in grieving

Yesterday, I was awful. I was cranky and sad and rude. Why? I made the mistake of trying to go shopping in stores I don’t even normally shop in trying to find tops and bralettes to flatter, disguise, or accentuate my new body. Granted, this body is temporary and there could be an argument for waiting, but I want to look and feel like a real human again as soon as possible. 

When I was crying at the end of the day, Husband tried to help me get to the bottom of what was getting to me the most. What it came down to, essentially, is that I feel like I should be done grieving by now. I feel like I have had since Christmas to come to terms with my one breast removal, anyway, and that I should be embracing myself as I am. Husband’s response was the most typically “him” thing he’s said in a while. “Was your ability to cut yourself some slack located in your boob? Come on! It’s been a week. You couldn’t have prepared for this.” 

Oh, I laughed. I laughed until I hurt. It didn’t fix everything. It didn’t pay for the shopping cart I made online which we probably can’t afford right now, didn’t take away the way I feel about what my chest looks like. It didn’t reverse how Daughter shivers when she sees me. So, what good was it? In that moment it let me know that Husband still treats me the same way, and it was exactly what I needed. 

One thought on “Laughter in grieving

  1. There are events that we never get over. There are events that take years to recover from. It took me a couple of days to recover from being told that I have diabetes, and I have been dealing with blood sugar issues for three years! Who cares if you get over this right away? You don’t have to prove that you are Emotionally-Resillent Woman. People love you. Period. You are loved. Period. There are no conditions.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s