Mammograms & Mastectomies

I’m thinking of going out in public tomorrow and have come to the conclusion that I’m more self-conscious about the amount of hair on my head than the fact that I have a gaping hole where my right boob used to be. Go figure. Hey, a pun. Oh boy, too much Vicodin. I’m laughing at […]

This morning, I washed the little bit of hair that I have, took a bath, put on jeans and an over-the-head shirt instead of sweats and a zip-up jacket (this might not sound like much, but, after a mastectomy, this is huge), cleaned my face, put on moisturizer, applied makeup, and brushed my teeth. It only […]

Let’s just say that Nurse “B” is proud of me and we’ll leave it at that.  

The last thing I remember before going under–way under–is the anesthesiologist asking me if I knew of a good piano teacher closer to home because he wanted to take piano lessons. It seemed like seconds later that the nurses told me they played Chopin in my honor while Dr. Williamson performed the mastectomy. The kids, […]

No, I haven’t had anything to eat since 10:30 last night, nothing to drink (including Vodka) since 11:00, I haven’t shaved for two days, I refrained putting on deodorant this morning, I’m not wearing a bra, wrote “NOT THIS ONE” on my good breast, left my jewelry off, leaving my purse home, have no perfume on, […]

As a family, we decided to get away for the night. While packing, my bathing suit was the first item to go in; I looked forward to sitting in the hot tub with my cleavage still intact, relaxing, and not thinking for once about the mastectomy coming up in a few short days. My husband, […]

I did not live through the sixties. Well, just a couple of years, but I was way too young then to wear a bra, much less burn it. There is only one week left until my mastectomy and then I will have to burn my current bra and get a new one. A bra with […]