I did not like her particularly--there was a lack of self-awareness and perspective that was at times astounding--and I felt like the whole was more of a diary than what should have been a highly edited and published memoir, but the occasional insights she illuminated made it worth reading.
I worked with Geralyn and got a signed copy of her incredible book. She is one inspirational woman! Sep 14, Sandy Cee rated it really liked it. Like many other women who have read, are reading, or will read this book I had breast cancer. I think I did a search somewhere and this book came up as a must read. It sounded greaat. Funny, poignant and sad all at once. I just had to find a copy of it.
I did a search online and found it online somewhere in South Australia. I began reading it before I went into hospital for my mastectomy. All the way through it I was determined I too would wear lipstick to mine. Sadly on the day, I didn't cos the Like many other women who have read, are reading, or will read this book I had breast cancer. Sadly on the day, I didn't cos the nurses wiped it off. But my mindset was certainly thre. Geralyn inspired me in many ways. Firstly she was so positive all the way through the book.
Secondly, she was still a raving beauty. Her hair grew back inspite of the fact that it fell out a clump at a time. She lived to tell the tale of her woes and even shared her scars with her coworkers and family. I recommend this book to any woman - with or without breast cancer. But at least you can understand another woman's position. Even though she had a great job, she was able to go through with her treatment.
Even though her job was important to her, she put up with the likes of her needle phobia. This was perhaps one of the biggest things that resonated with me as a huge needle phobic. Anyway, yes, a good read and a MUST read for any woman in that position. Jan 11, JoAnn M rated it really liked it. I heard Geralyn speak at an event for cancer survivors, and she told her inspirational story. Her book is also inspirational. Heavy topic, but still a fast read -- read like a blog not in a particularly bad or good way.
Felt like she was being honest about her experience, and I appreciated the intimate look into this part of her life. Sep 26, Natalie rated it it was amazing. This book read like an autobiography for me.
I loved it and her humor. I had a very similar outlook during my breast cancer and it inspired me to write my story. May 07, Julia Sienski rated it it was ok. Ngl I do not think Geralyn Lucas and I would be friends in real life. Sam gave me this book and I literally had to drag myself through to the finish line. Jan 02, Cheryl rated it really liked it. A well-written memoir in which the author describes her diagnosis, treatment, and survival from breast cancer.
Aug 17, Aribear23 rated it it was amazing. Amazing, Beautiful and empowering story of courage. Feb 12, GreenGablesFan rated it it was amazing Shelves: biography. My mum and I are both cancer survivors and can fully understood what Geralyn Lucas went through from diagnosis to treatment.
Our cancers may have been different, but I related to her feelings of loss and ultimately hope for the future. One of my favourite parts of this book was when Lucas met a larger than life taxi driver whilst on the way to her mastectomy. I cried when he stopped the taxi to tell his story I won't reveal exactly wh "Why I Wore Lipstick" resonated with me on a personal level. I cried when he stopped the taxi to tell his story I won't reveal exactly what he said. It reminded me of something I think of from time to time as a cancer survivor.
I remind myself of how I have been given a second chance at life and should make the most of it. The taxi driver was definitely doing that with his loud music and fun flirting. The memoir continued to reflect more of my own story. It was interesting how you felt like your were inside Lucas' head.
She wrote beautifully about her thoughts and fears. I loved how she dealt with the topic of anxiety in particular. She made me feel that is okay for people to feel overwhelmed by the loss and change associated with cancer.
I wished that her book had of been around 20 years ago in a version that a child could understand. It was with great disappointment that I lost my hair. I was so scared of anyone seeing my bald head that I kept wearing a hat to school for several months! Her chapter on getting tested for a cancer gene was exactly what I needed to read given my present situation.
She gave me the courage to stand my own convictions. Last year I had it confirmed that my childhood ovarian cancer diagnosis was just a freak of nature. Just like Lucas I wanted to know more so I could help myself or possibly others in the future. This year I will find out if I am carrying a gene for uterine cancer given my family history.
I hope to find the peace of mind that Lucas did. Finally, I would recommend this to any body that needs their mojo restored ;. Everybody needs a little reassurance now and again whether they are a cancer survivor or not.
She was ready to have children with her husband. But life threw an unfortunate monkey wrench into her plans. Geralyn Lucas was diagnosed with breast cancer. She knew something was wrong with the lump found during a self-exam. She really knew it was bad news when two men in white coats stood before her in the examination room, both of them crying.
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GF Books, Inc. Hawthorne, CA, U. Seller Rating:. Seller Image. So I waited for the next guy to show up and asked if he would be my escort. At first I was embarrassed, but then I got over it because I need to be here. I have come to this mammary Mecca to decide if I can decide to have a mastectomy to deal with the cancer they found in my right breast ten days ago. This was one part of the diagnosis that no one would discuss with me: what it means to have one boob in a boob-obsessed universe.
It seems taboo to actually admit this, or to factor it into my decision about whether I should have a mastectomy. But for me, it is now, strangely, the deciding factor. The argument for having the mastectomy and removing my breast seems pretty obvious—it would be so much safer—until I start thinking about how I will exist as a twenty-seven-year-old woman with one breast. I am not a stripper, but I have always taken for granted that I have two boobs.
I am scared that admitting that this is my wild card will make me a shallow person. I mean, we are talking about cancer here. So I am here at the strip club to confront the unspeakable. Breasts are beautiful, I agree as I plop into my plush purple velvet chair.
The view is much better from back here. It is sort of pretty—the room is sprinkled with shimmers from the huge mirrored disco ball swirling overhead. There is purple velvet on the walls and even on the floor. I catch my reflection in the smoky mirrors, and I am illuminated by strange lighting that is dimmed, but more fluorescent than romantic. The carpeting precisely matches the purple velvet chairs which I have noticed, if you stare too closely, have stains.
Cocktails, cigarette ashes, and maybe some other nasty stuff. Yes, this is a high-volume place. Lots of breasts, lots of guys, and lots of noise. I can smell sex in the air, and it smells like a locker room after a football game, covered in aftershave. All the men in this room are reminding me of the power I stand to lose. They are here to worship boobs.
It is a fact everyone has been ducking: Boobs matter. A breast is somehow more than flesh and blood. Everywhere in life, but especially here. This is a crash course, a CliffsNotes on why boobs matter so much. Men are paying a lot of money to look. And acting really stupid. What is it about boobs? The cocktail waitress takes my drink order, a Budweiser in the bottle, no glass, because I need to look a little tough sitting in the strip club.
Breasts feed us when we are babies and it is hard-wired into us to like them, look at them, and covet them. Actually, I feel worse. I want to be something men are hard-wired to respond to. I still look young enough to get carded, and I want to be fertile, healthy, and hopefully, able to feed a baby someday. But then the other pep talk: Why does my boob matter?
I have done just fine keeping my shirt on, thank you. Tyler is a doctor, so he can probably handle a medical condition. But that was before we knew that I would only have one boob. Now would he need to come to a place like this to look at two? I pay a boob-inflated price for my nine-dollar Bud, and I finally allow myself to look.
I have the prop of the beer bottle now, so I can finally even cry a little and hide behind it. Boobs—lots of them.
There is every model here: big, small, firm, giggly, Baywatch -fake, and yet they are all somehow perfect. The symmetry is what strikes me most—the pairs—like ears, like knees, like eyes, like feet. They are two that go together. She is on stage to take her turn, to dance her number under the disco ball. I notice her face first and not her boobs. She has this smirk in her eyes, and even though she is taking off her sequined top for strange men on a stage with strobe lights flashing on her nipples, she seems sort of.
Like she is holding on to a piece of herself that she will not just give away. So many of the other dancers here look cheesy, like a cartoon version of sexy. Some of them look vacant, like they are looking past these ogling men, looking somewhere far away.
But she, she is so fiery. She is totally absorbed in the music and I really think she is just dancing for herself. And somehow it is not about her boobs really—it feels so much bigger than that.
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