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I was diagnosed on July 28, 2016, with stage two breast cancer and found out I had to start chemotherapy immediately.
I was terrified of a double mastectomy, mostly of the idea of someone cutting off my nipples.
I hadn’t even had the chance to use that organ to breastfeed yet.
The day I was scheduled to meet the surgeon and discuss my surgical options, my boyfriend was supposed to come with me.
But the night before my appointment, Rob said he wanted to take “a break” until January—which is when I was scheduled to finish chemo—to figure out his “life and work.” I sarcastically said, “A break while I go through chemo, doesn’t that sound wonderful.As I ventured into the world of chemotherapy, oncologist appointments and uncertainty about the future, I also unwittingly stepped into a new realm of dating and relationships—or, in some cases, the lack thereof.Here’s what I learned from dating while going through cancer treatment.You know that ugly crying we do, that they don’t even really let actresses do in the movies because it is so hysterical and ugly? I was the biggest sob story you could imagine while talking to my best friends, who tried to calm me down, but how would they even know? They were still hot, and I was going to look like a bald old man.It wasn’t so much the break-up that bothered me, but the fear of being alone, ugly and sick.When I told my boyfriend, Rob, about my diagnosis, he very supportive at first, saying that the disease ran in his family, so cancer talk wasn’t new to him.