As you will kindly recall, cancer was discovered in one of them (left one to be exact) earlier this year and I'm not interested in the stress, worry or general hassle of ensuring it doesn't comeback in the right one. So she's leaving too. That's not to say, my cancer won't return in another part of my body. In fact, there's a fairly good chance it will show up elsewhere should it return, but having both breasts removed is the best personal decision I can make to keep the cancer at bay for as long as I can.
In any case, they are both coming off in a week.I - like most women - have a drawer full of bras: everyday ones, sports ones, pink ones, poka dotted ones, blue ones, white ones, black ones. Strangely sad, I won't need ANY of them come next week. So as I wear them this week, I'm saying my good byes. I've worn a bra since the age of 10 or 11. For 40 plus years. And for 40 plus years I've searched for the "perfect" bra - never found it. The good news I can stop searching, I guess.
The process to remove my boobs takes a medical village of sorts. I currently have four physicians involved. Each one has a specific role. One to cut them off and to cut out any remaining cancer, one to make the scars as minimal as possible, one to figure out next steps in the fight against cancer, and one to look after my general health and well-being. Each one prescribing meds, giving me instructions, poking and testing and giving their blessing I'm ready. Unfortunately they don't always talk to each other and so I've spent a good deal of time this past week or so (and stress) sharing with one what I've been told by another to make sure everyone is on the same page. If I've learned anything thru this I've learned to be a pain in the ass until I get the information I need and the answers I seek. I can't tell you how many times I've said to I don't remember how many different people these past few weeks that my worse nightmare is going to get my boobs (and my cancer) cut out only to discover I needed a test, should have gotten an ok from someone and didn't. No one and nothing is preventing me from having this surgery Monday. And if I have to herd them cats to ensure it happens then so be it.
BTW - My hair is returning. And as I predicted it is grey.