Two other women, also breast cancer survivors, said their husbands left them after they were diagnosed. Both had to have mastectomies (in case anyone doesn’t know, this is the surgical operation to remove one or both breasts).
The first woman said her husband told her that he would rather see her dead than see her lose her breasts. The second woman had her operation and waited all day to be picked up by her husband, who never arrived. By nightfall, one of the nurses offered to give her a ride, and she came home to find the house empty.
Obviously, these are extreme cases of a man’s reaction to his wife’s breast cancer, but this is what I see when I see the “I ♥ Boobies” bracelets. I see love of the body parts, not the person being treated—not the patient, not the victim, not the survivor.
Sherlock laying in Molly’s lap while she plays with the dark soft curls on his head. Running her fingers through the strands and lightly using her nails to scratch his scalp. His voice, deep and silky, saturates the room as he reads aloud. He sighs contentedly and looks up at her with eyes the colour of azure and aquamarine with the barest hint of gold flecks. Molly meets his loving gaze with the smallest of smiles. No words are said. They don’t need to be said.