Since accepting the hard truth that drinking really isn’t good for those with a history of BC, it’s not been difficult. At first it was. Really difficult. Not because I was ever a big drinker, but mostly because I was kicking and screaming at the idea that I was going to have something else taken away for me. (When, hello, was there ever a time when I wanted a drink more?) Living in Europe, a beer with lunch is like cereal without milk. Doable, but clearly not how the food gods meant it to be.
But once I got out of the habit it was no sweat. I only ever was a social drinker. But recently, the desire’s been creeping back up. Just for a 1/2 glass of beer sometimes when watching a movie. Or a glass of wine with dinner. Oh, sure I do it. But it’s strange that the urge has returned after quite some time without. And I often feel guilty when I indulge.
And it brings back a question that I never did get the doctor to answer. That is, “Um…so, since I’ve chosen to get rid of every breast cell possible, doesn’t that make it at least a little safer for me to drink?” I mean, if you significantly lower your chance of reoccurance via one method, doesn’t that give you a bit more leeway in another? Or is that wishful thinking?
I’m really asking! Anybody know?