Me, a day after the operation, 28 October 2023.
My farewell breast sandcastle.
After I got my diagnosis, I spent three days at the sea to process the news.

Cancer always sucks. And I got so lucky. I had the earliest stage of breast cancer and after many doubts and questions, I woke up breastless, after the operation, and couldn’t have been happier. It still puzzles me sometimes how transformative this has been for me.

I made quite a few notes and started to write the book I would have loved to read the day after I got my diagnosis, but presently I have put the book on hold.

Saying this, there is a website (www.breastless.net) and by now it offers a few new pages: a peek at my story, an almost poetic piece about breasts, some thoughts about the visions for the breastless project and some input on Charlie Alice cooks. I hope to squeeze in the odd hour to share some more of my story and with that some hope, I hope.

For the Charlie Alice Raya website, I wrote a post about gender and breastless which offers some insights.

I hope to open this project to many voices, contributors and those in search of encouragement and hope.

One of the unexpected changes in my life was that I now embrace Nordic Walking even though I had sworn never to walk around with those silly sticks. But training up to 90% of your muscles is an argument that overrules silly. Well, for me.
Here you see me with my sticks on a hike in the Müritz-Nationalpark in September 2024.
painting in the sand, breasts with the cuts marked for the mastectomy
More beach art.
A few days before the operation, I spent a day at the sea.