ON Sunday, Port Kennedy mother Farrah Millar posted a photo of her breasts on Facebook.
Yesterday, her breasts were removed.
Ms Millar shared her topless photo on her Farrah’s Army Facebook page to celebrate her breasts before she underwent a double mastectomy.
“I was always a conservative person, I was ashamed of my body,” she said.
“I took my breasts for granted, so I wanted to acknowledge and celebrate them.
“I’ve even had a mould done of my boobs so I can frame them and put them on my wall.”
Ms Millar said the aim of her topless photo was also to encourage people to check their breasts for lumps.
“I want to remind (people) to be vigilant,” she said.
“I do not want them to be in this position.
“I want there to be a positive outcome from my mistake.
“I use the hashtag checkyourboobicles.”
After years of trying to conceive and three cycles of IVF, Ms Millar fell pregnant with her daughter Lehnae.
She then fell pregnant with sun Rhylan, but was told she had breast cancer the day he was born.
“I felt a lump while I was breastfeeding my first baby and thought it was mastitis,” she said.
“I didn’t get it checked out for about a year.
“Because I waited it was so much worse, by then I had stage three cancer.”
Ms Millar has used her Farrah’s Army Facebook page as a safe space where people can talk about breast cancer and share her journey.
“The people on there have been amazing,” she said.
Speaking from her hospital bed today, Ms Millar said there were complications with her mastectomy and she has a hematoma.
She will undergo more surgery this afternoon.
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month.
Farrah wrote a poem about her ordeal
The day is here.
The time is now.
I must comprehend somehow.
That part of me just has to go,
Although I wish it wasn’t so.
They’ve done me proud,
They’ve played their part,
They’ve always been close to my heart.
In thoughts and in proximity,
They’ve given all they could to me.
Then something stirred from deep inside,
A darkness would no longer hide.
It tried to make me come undone,
Its damage like a loaded gun.
Tonight I raise my glass and toast,
Two bits of me I loved the most,
Before they tried to take me life,
And cause me all amount of strife.
So farewell boobs,
So farewell breasts.
I’m sad to see you go.
But since you tried to kill me,
You’re no longer friend, but foe.