
Until I hear some horrible news, I'm going to assume all will be well.

Ever since I got the call last Monday. I can feel that thing in there. It doesn't exactly ache, or tingle, or itch, but I would describe it as more of an uncomfortable awareness. Just sitting here, my right boob feels normal, regular, typical in that I can't really feel it at all. But the left one is screaming "HELLO!! CANCER HERE CALLING YOUR NAME!!!!!" I'm starting to hate that boob.
Which opens a whole other can of worms. I've never really thought of my relationship with 'the girls'. Sure, they've been hanging with me for a long time, but we never really talk, you know?
I've always had an impressive rack. For a while, when I was young and foolish, they defined me. But now that they've done their job, (had some fun, fed some babies,) I feel like they really aren't that important. So I'm really up in the air about whether or not to have reconstructive surgery after we part ways. I'd like to take up running again, sans the heavy duty cannon holder or be able to wear something backless or some of those cute halters.
Don't ask me why... they just never fit me right.
I guess it's time for me to start talking to survivors and reading other's blogs. Feel free to message me if you have some experience with this. I need all the help I can get.
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