Breast Reconstruction – Take 63
When we moved into our current home, one of the things we liked about the property was the huge weeping willow in the front yard. Several years after we’d lived here, the local electric company hacked it down because it kept interfering with the power lines.
My cousin, Evelyn, zipped over before the chopping, took a branch from the tree, and put it in water. Her offspring weeping willow is already over five feet tall. She gave me a branch from her tree a few weeks ago.
I can relate to the poor little thing… I feel like I’ve been poked and prodded and reshaped over these past couple of years myself: mammograms, biopsies, chemotherapy, mastectomy, and breast reconstruction. Kind of hard to complain, though; I’m still here.
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