breast cancer in art?

Diana_B

I saw a movie last night in which a character had bc. I found myself running from the theatre in tears because it evoked such strong feeling in me.

Afterwards I felt better. As the character was speaking I felt as if I were hearing my own voice and seeing my own story. It made me realize how blocked emotionally I've been, how I've been unable to express what I've experienced, and how that's been making me feel lonely and alienated.

Does anyone know of novels, films, poetry etc that touch on bc in a way that resonated with them?

Unfortunately and ironically, if I tell you which movie I saw it may ruin the experience for anyone who's been planning to see it because it comes as a bit of a surprise (although my boyfriend said he had a premonition). Should I say anyway?

shrink

Darya - I had the same experience last week at a movie.  It took me by surprise.  I bet it was the same one.  I haven't cried much since I've been on antidepressants but I did then and felt as though I needed it. The photography session just about did me in.  Is that what you saw?

Diana_B

yes, exactly, that was it!

my boyfriend and I had made a plaster cast of my chest ... 

shrink

The friend I went to the movie with asked if anyone would really do that.  I told her I could absolutely understand.  I wish I'd thought of it before my bi-lat.  How are you doing Darya?

NoH8

what's the movie????

Diana_B

Alright, it seems we can't really have a mystery unnamed movie discussion (although it is kind of fun having one!)

 The movie is Elegy, with Ben Kingsley and Penelope Cruz.

Shrink - I actually like the idea of the photographs better. I'd wanted someone to draw me, but had left it until the last minute, and so went with the plaster cast. What's missing with the cast is the feeling of the other person's perception, which is probably why I don't look at it much...

I'm doing okay I guess, but feeling speechless and numb. I hadn't realized the extent of it until I saw the movie. I've read some autobiographical stuff from bc survivors, but it didn't have the same cathartic effect on me. I actually think I'm going to see it again.

I'm going through a recurrence of my recurrence at the moment, and hadn't told my family, I guess from that feeling of not knowing what to say or how to think about all this anymore. It felt so good to cry...

How are you doing?