Coming into a year of blogging, with just a few more early memories.
Some days I forget. I really do. Some days the thought that I had my boobs cut off and replaced with these round silicone implants doesn’t even cross my mind. Then, there are other days.
This morning I took a shower. Not a rare occurence, but maybe it was rare that I wasn’t late. That I had time to really look at things. So I looked in the mirror. First, at the small hysterectomyscars that are healing quite nicely. (While I still have ISSUES with whatever is provoking the NEVER – ENDING bleeding inside, the outside scars look great.)
Then, I looked up. Staring me right in the face were these perfectly round circles where my boobs used to be.
There is a scar across each one. No nipple on ether. There is also the most bizarre indentation under my arm on both sides. I looked at it for a while. Then I…
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beatingcowdens 
Thanks for visiting our blog. Jill
I always read – just rarely comment. Us Cowden’s people have to stick together. I hope you are healing well and the pathology is as clean as can be.
It’s good you remember to look on the bright side about still having a head full of hair, but don’t forget to let yourself be angry sometimes. I give myself an angry, bitter day every other month or so. I know planning it sounds silly, but I can feel myself getting upset so I have a day where I mope and cry and let it all out, then the next day get back to my life. I know this isn’t always realistic for someone such as yourself with a child looking to you.
I have plenty – Sometimes I have to write to refocus it out of me. You are right – she is a very observant kid so I have to watch my step, but I have taught her emotions are OK – all of them, as long as the bad ones don’t win! 🙂