In Loving Memory of my Breasts

IMG_2662.jpgI decided to dedicate this piece to my breasts, or should I say what use to be my breasts. It donned on me as I was laying in bed last night and attempting to get into a comfortable position with these foobs, just how much I missed my old saggy breasts. what was I was missing here?  I’ll tell you one thing, these foobs may look fantastic and all , but absolutely do not feel anything like my real breasts.

I had my mastectomy in 2014. Fond memories came rushing back to me when I had my actual breasts.  Who would ever known that sleeping on ones stomach would be not only a thing of the past, but absolutely impossible. I thought to myself, what I would give to sleep one more night comfortably on my stomach.  What I would give to feel comfort in my chest, instead of feeling two awkward foreign objects that are just sitting there.  Yes they not only do not feel like my real breasts, but comfort seems to be a thing of the past.

Remember when you squeezed your girls into anything and everything you can possibly think of? Well if you are a mastectomy patient, that is definitely a thing of the past.  There is absolutely no way of squeezing these plastic tits into anything. Also I have permanent pain in my right arm and not to mention the chest from having three lymph node removed due to my cnacer. That is the price I have to pay for being a mutant.  It’s a price that all of the mastectomy patients have to pay.  Having this surgery was a life altering decision. I was more than willing to pay the price for staying alive.

On a positive note, I am here and thriving.  I am much luckier than a lot of our sisters and brothers who are still fighting the good fight.  I am blessed to have a family I love and fur babies who bring joy into my world.  I learned to appreciate the little things in life that I use to take for granted.  I’ve had to learn how to pace myself and leave it for another day.  I feel whole and womanly with my body.  Not that I wouldn’t love to lose 10lbs or so lol.  I have found a new passion for my misfortune for advocacy and helping others. Life is pretty good. I am still going through residual affects, after all my cancer and treatments, but I am managing one day at a time.  that’s all any of us can do. So au revoir boobies and bonjour foobies. May we have a long and beautiful life together.