I woke up Thursday 4/25/19, my last day of work before surgery with a terrible stomach ache. Sleep has been hard to come by the last few nights. Tomorrow, 4/30/19 I say goodbye to a piece of me that people associate with being a woman.
I am not doing reconstruction. It was a very personal decision for me, but I am confident that it's the right one. I'll get a prosthetic pair if I feel the need.
It's a piece of me that I proudly used to feed all three of my children. I will never again experience the feeling a satisfaction that accompanies being the sole food source for another human life.
It's a piece of me that I proudly used to seduce my husband. I sure hope he likes the rest of me, or my personality or whatever. ;-)
It's a piece of me that when I was a tween, I would ask my mom why everyone else had them, and mine still hadn't grown yet. They eventually came through.
It's a piece of me I've always enjoyed having. I've enjoyed others', too, but mostly my own.
It's a piece of me I had wished were larger, but came to appreciate as I grew up.
It's a piece of me that for much of my life growing up I was lead to believe defined a woman.
They do NOT define me. A part of me will, however, miss them.
Dear Breasts,
I'm sorry it has to end this way. I really thought we had a good thing going. Unfortunately, trying to kill me crosses the line. We have to go our separate ways. There is no "working it out", and it can never go back to the way it used to be. What you've done to me is unforgivable. When things were going well, they were amazing, but when things went south they were awful. I appreciate the time we've had together. The last twenty years have been great, but this is the end of the road. Bon voyage boobies, and please take your cancer with you.
Love,
Brave Betty
P.S. On 5/20/19 you can take your sisters with you - ovaries, Fallopian tubes, and uterus. I don't need them, either! Also, if you come back as metastatic cancer, I will never forgive you.
