Friday, July 3, 2015
As I walked down the street I realised that this was probably the last time my right breast would ever be there. It is strange to think parts of your body are going to be separate from one's self.
And the vanity part of me did wonder about summer tops that now show a cleavage that I will no longer have.
There is comfort that I was so small breasted most of my life that cleavage was rare.
And I do know I can opt for reconstruction. In fact last time just with a little scar and dent I was encouraged because it is not considered cosmetic, but the idea of something artificial in my body bothers me more than being uneven. At least it does at this point.
By the time I reach the crypt, which was refreshingly cool, I was at peace with the notion of what will be will be.
Posted by DL NELSON at 1:44 AM