Breast Reconstruction – Take 60

Ken and I took Jonathan east of the mountains this past weekend to watch Adriana’s basketball tournament. (Michael stayed home to “watch the house.”) It wasn’t as bad as I thought to put on that bathing suit. I thought to myself, “If people don’t like how I look, they can look at someone else.” At least I have cleavage now instead of a big hole where my right breast used to be. I’m slowly moving up in the world. Not only did I quickly get over my reservations with the bathing suit, every single night, I slept like a baby the minute my head hit the pillow.

I think I’ve found my cure for insomnia: I must go on a permanent vacation.

 

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