Saturday, August 13, 2016

On hesitations...

I went through an airport full body scanner earlier this week, and it flashed an alert on the screen because it appeared that I had something stuffed in my bra. 

Which I did. 


I whispered to the TSA lady, "I stuff my bra because I had a mastectomy and don't have any boobs!" She giggled a little and gave me a gentle pat down in the area that alerted, then sent me on my way. 


I met with the surgeon last month, and it looks like we're good to go for reconstruction in December. After two years of being boob-less, I am SO ready to stop stuffing my bra!


I do have hesitations. After the complications that happened with first attempt at reconstruction, there is a part of me that thinks I could be content with a life without boobs. 


I shared early on in this process that I never once hesitated in my decision to have the mastectomy. As soon as my mom found out that she carried the BRCA gene mutation, I knew that I wanted to be tested. And at that point I also knew what I would do if my own results came back positive. 





I never hesitated because Cancer is a beast. Giving up my boobs was certainly worth the peace of mind of knowing that breast cancer won't get me! 


I never hesitated because I knew I didn't want to go through the horrors of chemo and radiation. I am so thankful that Mom has made it through her multiple battles with cancer, but I have witnessed first hand how tough it is on a person's body and soul.


I never hesitated because I want to watch my babies become adults and share in their future! 


I never hesitated because I have so much in life I still want to accomplish, and that an 87% chance of getting breast cancer could interfere in those plans. 


But for reasons I don't quite understand, I am hesitant about getting these implants. Do I need even need them? They won't be real, they will never even begin to look real. Why do I feel like I have to do this? 





I am certainly looking forward to shirts and dresses that fit correctly. I am looking forward to not seeing these lopsided, inverted blobs of skin laying on my chest. I am looking forward to having real cleavage again. 


Less than four months. Here we go.


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