Based on one of my favorite pieces of artwork, The Scream, by Munch, I attempt to express my feelings regarding my double mastectomy July 20, 2010, age 36. It is a mutilation that possibly saved my life, yet forever changed my body. Afterwards, you loose feeling in your breasts (that's right, bye bye fun feeling with second base) and I have nerve damage still from removal of lymph nodes. In "The Scream" people pass by not noticing the pain of the main character, and that is often how I feel. Breast cancer has a brutal side that is not like a cute pink ribbon.