Personal essays, survivorship tips, and honest community from Nicole McLean — breast cancer survivor and founder of My Fabulous Boobies.

Stories

When Scars Make Touch Feel ComplicatedA partner may love you deeply and still hesitate when their hand reaches your chest. They might worry about causing pain, crossing a boundary, or reminding you…
Chemo brain and the lists I still can't function withoutThere is a particular flavour of silence that arrives in the middle of a sentence, when I am mid-thought at the kitchen bench, holding a wooden spoon, watching…
Scratch Card Reload Bonuses With A Clearer ViewOnline promotions can make a casino lobby feel a little like a brightly lit arcade: colorful, quick to understand at first glance, and full of tempting…
Cash Out Fast Cluster Pays And Safer Casino Choices In AustraliaFor Australian players, “cash out fast cluster pays” brings together two popular casino interests: slot games built around matching symbols and the hope of…
Why I Stopped Counting Survivor Years and Started Living ThemFor a long time, I treated survivorship like a maths problem. I knew the date of my diagnosis, the number of surgeries, the months of treatment and the…
What I Found at the Ocean Once I Stopped Running From My RecoverySix months after my last infusion, I packed a suitcase with a linen kaftan, three tubes of SPF 50+ from the chemists on Oxford Street, and a small leather…
When Healing Does Not Fit a Simple Answer“Are you all better now?” can sound like a kind question, especially when it comes from someone who has been worried about you. It may arrive at a barbecue, in…
The Grocery Store Kindness I Still CarryThere are moments in survivorship that arrive without warning. They do not happen during an oncology appointment or when a scan result lands in your inbox.…
What actually happens at a genetic counselling appointmentA genetic counselling appointment can sound intimidating, particularly when you have already spent months learning medical words you never wanted in your…
The number that kept me glued to the couch for a weekIt was a Tuesday in late spring when my oncologist's office called and asked if I had a few minutes. Of course I had a few minutes. I had nothing but minutes.…