When my breast cancer metastasized to Stage IV, my beloved husband, whom I loved and supported for 29 years, told me things "just never were right" and dumped me for a younger, healthier version of myself, who has two breasts. Wah, wah, wah.
I'll probably have a lot to say on this topic herein, but I have other stuff to say, too. (I am determined to have other stuff to say.)
