I probably should have wrote this before surgery but alas here I am two weeks out. The funny thing is I don't really miss them. Do I miss filling out a shirt, a little. I think the only thing I don't like is that post mastectomy they don't match. Skin was left for when I am mentally ready for a new set, but the cancer side is smaller than the non cancer side. I will not be ready for prosthesis until Christmas, so I guess instead of all I want for Christmas is my two front teeth I will be singing all I want for Christmas is two fake breasts. I really only want those for special occasions where clothes call for it. I'm still me, even without breasts.
My breasts served me well for twenty years. It was a good run. They got me too much attention during junior high and high school. I am pretty sure Mike was pretty into them when he met me. Actually I'm almost positive he was into them until we discovered they were trying to kill me. They filled out some pretty great bras that I just can't bare to part with. Their proudest accomplishment was feeding my two children for a combined 26 months. Even riddled with unknown cancer towards the end it was still producing milk before it was lopped off. Amazing how the human body works.
So I guess my thoughts just make me different. Good riddance I say. I will say that I am concerned that my poor son with only ever remember mommy with fake ones and may or may not grow up with a fascination for silicone.
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