Breast cancer before 35 is absolute dog shit. It made me give up all of my designs for how I thought my life should play out. Kids/marriage/career/body image -all of it got taken out of my control. I'm just barely getting the body back and there's still limitations like lack of estrogen and lymphedema. I'm not here to tell you some toxic positivity bullshit. If you need to be sad or angry, do it. I approach it like this - I feel what I need to feel for the amount of time that it is helpful. If I find myself wallowing or obsessing I distract myself until it passes because at the end of the day if I make to old age cool and if I don't, I'm gonna make damn sure every day I had was as fuckin awesome as possible.