Boobies Make Me Smile

June 23, 2014

It’s nice to know that my son is like every other red-blooded male out there: obsessed with boobies. (He also wrote about this same subject on the whiteboard in my hospital room during my breast reconstruction.)

All those years ago, when all my parts were still intact, I took my body for granted. The day I had my right breast removed against my will because of the cancer wreaking havoc in my body was one of the worst things I’ve ever gone through, especially mentally. All these years later, I’ve had to accept it. It’s not like I can get it back.

Besides, it kind of puts things into perspective when I realize my husband loves me just the way I am. Surely, that is something to smile and rejoice about. That, and the fact that I’m still alive.