My bedhead.
I have never been a morning person…even when I came to world…I did it at quarter past midnight on a 14th of March…just escaped Friday the 13th! It may be what makes me a very bad breakfast companion…or a very excited dancer at night…or a party animal…or also a creative sensitive mind after 10pm…
My dream.
I had this dream since I was a teenager to become “working girl in London”…I was dreaming of constantly flying on business trips all over the world, of owning my own flat in one of the cities that never sleep, to have what we call “a job with responsibilities”, to go out every night, to have champagne in the most glamourous trendy places, to be part of the cool private members clubs…
My reality.
…And I almost did it…however…my dream was also to be married with the most handsome man, to bring my beautiful children to school, to be in a loving respectful relationship...But…few months ago, my body forced me to realise that you can’t have it all…And that one morning you wake up with the biggest hangover: the big city becomes a noisy polluted environment, the business trips are a lonely exhausting experience, your sofa has become your best friend, your body screams…and you understand that it is your last chance to properly WAKE UP…!!
Fall seven times, Stand up eight.
Emotions are what make all of us human…Expressing them and sharing them with you is the start of this new chapter of my life…
I was diagnosed with invasive triple negative breast cancer in May 2019…I had an intensive course of chemotherapy treatment from June till November 2019…I had a lumpectomy in December 2019…which finally turned into a complete mastectomy with reconstruction in January 2020…The radiotherapy treatment happened in February and March 2020…I am now starting this blog while being in lockdown due to the Covid-19 situation…and while I am praying that my cancer doesn’t take the opportunity to make a come back during this time…I won’t let it :)