9th August - 4pm we arrived @ Clarach Bay

I'm not going to talk about my holiday, other than to say Monday night was the first night I looked at my scar since the dressing had been taken off.   It hit me then, it became real, I'd had an operation, been cut open and sewn back up, had my nipple moved and I'd woken up from surgery and survived gone through nearly 2 weeks of "stuff".  I cried.  When the emotion came I let it out.     

I held onto Titty when I walked, when I went to the toilet, when I got dressed.   I gently placed her into the specially purchased bra from Royce who make bras for breast cancer ladies.         

My boys and the bus driver all helped me when I couldn't get up a step or ramp, their arms extended and I took their hands.   

I think being kept busy during this week also kept me from dwelling on the operation and the outcome and what lay ahead.  I was with the people I love most in my life and that was enough.   I saw the sea, I paddled, holding hands with the boys and screaming when a wave hit above the knees.

my very own boy band who have patiently allowed me to photograph them for nearly 18 years 

Love Titty and Tracey