My decision to go flat was very personal. I've explained those reasons ( see Lemonade) and I feel confident I've made the right decision and the best choice for me.
I'm no longer anatomically correct. My doctor took me seriously when I told him to get all that boobage out from under my arms. He did. My incision goes all the way to my back. And dadgumit, it hurts!
I'm glad I won't have that bulge (aka: boobage) under my arms any more. The healing and the pain is taking longer than I thought it would, even though I'm improving daily. Baby steps. But by golly, my pits feel like they've been sandpapered!
Crappy cancer has deformed and destroyed my body. It certainly wasn't that great before but now it's worse. And it occurred to me that even wearing a prosthesis, there won't be cleavage.
I need a tee-shirt with "B♭" on the front. I refuse to be ashamed or embarrassed about my body. It's real. I'm alive. I pray I can help other women. I'm now known as a 'breast cancer survivor' (a title I never wanted) even though I'll live with crappy cancer the rest of my life; and more especially the next 5 years.
I'm still struggling with how weird it feels without boobs. I've searched my brain for a way to describe it and there simply isn't one. It's going to take some getting used to. . . . . after all, I've had boobs for the better part of my life!
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