Sounds like a garage sale doesn’t it. If only fixing our bodies was as simple as an oil change or replacing a bearing.
Linda is our host for SoCs. Today:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “body parts.” Pick a body part and talk about it.
I think it’s wonderful that some parts of our body come in pairs, legs, arms, eyes, ears, lungs, kidneys so that should one fail, the other can take up the strain.
Today I am thinking about boobs:
No, not boobies, though these guys above remind me of the Minions
Anyway, I digress slightly.
I have documented both Humphrey and Dick in my blog, the latter being responsible for the demise of my right breast. I decided against reconstruction though I was offered it at the time, but the thought of more surgery, even the removal of my budda belly for the op, did not appeal, and the hospital (where both surgeries would take place at the same time) held unhappy memories for me as my best friend had been treated for her breast cancer there and died in 2000.
This post is not doom and gloom, I promise. I was, and still am, surrounded by positivity.
I had my annual mammogram recently and all was OK, so I am still being looked after on an annual watch although my care has changed to a more local hospital rather than travel 285 miles for five minutes, then 285 miles back.
Breast cancer is very much in the news this month so I would like to say that just because I am uni-boobal, it has not made one iota of difference to my life or how my friends see me.
The Precious sits comfortably in her box in the drawer alongside three very pretty pocket bras (which set me back over a hundred quid!!) should I wish her to escort me on special occasions. Every day I get up, washed, dressed and do my exercises as a matter of course.
In the shower, only once have I attempted to lift/soap a breast that isn’t there, and my laughter rang through the house.
I am still here and intend to be for years to come.