Under Construction
As I sit down to blog, I find that talking about breast cancer is one thing. Talking about my new breasts are another. Yikes!
Breast cancer was funny, in that when I found out and started sharing the news about the malignancy, most conversations included my listener making a covert glance to my chest. A little uncomfortable for me, but understandable. The other possibility was seeing a glint of determination in the other person's face, i.e., "I will not look, I will not look.." Funny, but I appreciated it. Both responses were fine...it was a blessing to be inquired about, so it didn't really matter...I just found it amusing.
On the other hand, I really don't talk about my reconstruction that much. I think in part because my flat chest says it all. As the expansion process takes place, I think that will speak for itself, too.
What I find interesting, is that I am really excited to go from flat to my new size (I chose a C-cup). (Thereby proving my point of this entry...probably most of you are now thinking, "That's enough...too much information here!) I did not think it would make that much difference to me, but it does. It feels better to have some curves again, even if they are saline. Life would be okay without them, but I am grateful for this process of restoring my looks.
(By the way, speaking of funny...I had to chuckle at the sweet girls at Kohls' department store last night. Unfortunately, Ellabeth threw up in the middle of their aisle, right in front of the junior sections. All over herself and Mark. And the floor. They called maintenance, but meanwhile, one girl came over brandishing paper towels and a spray bottle. She walked slower and slower the closer she got, stopping several feet away. Another girl gallently stood at attention marking the spot until maintenance got there. I was in the middle of trying on some clothes, so I COULDN'T do anything. When we checked out (I felt a little obligated to buy, at this point!), we were apologetic, and they were so kind, assuring us it didn't matter. Their smiles and attitude might have had something to do with the guy pushing the mop bucket to the appointed place, I am not sure. All I can say is that there is something sweet and hilarious in watching teenage girls trying to be sweet while they are totally grossed out.)
Breast cancer was funny, in that when I found out and started sharing the news about the malignancy, most conversations included my listener making a covert glance to my chest. A little uncomfortable for me, but understandable. The other possibility was seeing a glint of determination in the other person's face, i.e., "I will not look, I will not look.." Funny, but I appreciated it. Both responses were fine...it was a blessing to be inquired about, so it didn't really matter...I just found it amusing.
On the other hand, I really don't talk about my reconstruction that much. I think in part because my flat chest says it all. As the expansion process takes place, I think that will speak for itself, too.
What I find interesting, is that I am really excited to go from flat to my new size (I chose a C-cup). (Thereby proving my point of this entry...probably most of you are now thinking, "That's enough...too much information here!) I did not think it would make that much difference to me, but it does. It feels better to have some curves again, even if they are saline. Life would be okay without them, but I am grateful for this process of restoring my looks.
(By the way, speaking of funny...I had to chuckle at the sweet girls at Kohls' department store last night. Unfortunately, Ellabeth threw up in the middle of their aisle, right in front of the junior sections. All over herself and Mark. And the floor. They called maintenance, but meanwhile, one girl came over brandishing paper towels and a spray bottle. She walked slower and slower the closer she got, stopping several feet away. Another girl gallently stood at attention marking the spot until maintenance got there. I was in the middle of trying on some clothes, so I COULDN'T do anything. When we checked out (I felt a little obligated to buy, at this point!), we were apologetic, and they were so kind, assuring us it didn't matter. Their smiles and attitude might have had something to do with the guy pushing the mop bucket to the appointed place, I am not sure. All I can say is that there is something sweet and hilarious in watching teenage girls trying to be sweet while they are totally grossed out.)
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