Today is the one year check up with Dr. M my plastic surgeon since my mastectomy February 14, 2008. I remember the first time I thought about removing my breasts and how barbaric and ridiculous that seemed for 2008. After all it wasn't the dark ages there must be some other option than cutting off my beautiful breasts! But the other options were not much better and didn't make me feel as if I would have done everything I could to live a long long life and so I reached deep done inside and reached out to friends and family and did what I felt I had to do to live to be an old lady! I let Dr. M and Sarah his PA remove my girls and rebuild them.
Today a little over a year and a life experience ago, I look at my new faux breasts and marvel at them. They aren't the same. I still miss and mourn the ones that had to go, but the ones that are there are good too in their own way. I was fortunate to be able to keep my nipples (well two aureoles and one nipple the right nipple didn't survive all the way). There are 3 inch scars on each side of my breasts that continue to fade. A two inch scar by my shoulder where my chemo port rested a line under my left armpit where a few lymph nodes were extracted and a little 1 cm scar on the top of my left implant where the little damn tumor (1.6 cm) started this whole mess! I have breasts of silicone, but still they are mine. The scars, as cliche as it sounds, are like my little trophies of courage. I did it, I let someone cut off my breasts and I am here today happy and making it. I like em'. I like my faux breasts. They are a C cup full of ...."Take that cancer try to knock me down! I will survive!"
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