The torment of the "tube top" is over! I have now transitioned into a "training bra" Yes Alice, it truly is possible to go back and revisit puberty at 47 years of age!
My 19 year old daughter called from college today. She was inquiring about the unveiling from the surgery. She wanted to know what the scars looked like (both from mastectomy and the 1st stage of reconstructive surgery (yes, sigh, there are stages...!) She was oozing unrestrained curiosity. "So...what does IT look like?"
"Hmmm...well sweetie, remember playing with play-dough when you were little and how your rollie balls would always end up a little misshapen? You know, smooth on one side and just a little lumpy on the other? And, then, how they felt after you left it out on the patio too long? Hard, crumbly...well................"
The funny thing is, after all the mental preparation for the dreaded lopsidedness; the culling of the creative fashion juices for the public appearances; the embarrassing fitting - not to mention giddy embracing of the "fluffies" (and you still do not want to know) -- there is absolutely NO apparent size difference between the play-dough ball and the real deal!
I am not sure what I was expecting. In fact, I think I was void of expectations at this early stage of the C-Battle. As such, today indeed brought a "surprise."
I'm sure that in the light of dawn I will find my dough-ball a pleasant revelation...in some sort of backward, wickedly humorous, mother-naturey kinda way. At a sleepless 1 a.m., however, I'm only feeling the wicked.