It has been almost six months to the day I had my mastectomy. Waking tomorrow, I will have my final phase of this battling process. So, this evening I ponder the thought of what my body will look like this time when I wake up. I will awake with boobs. What if I don't like the shape or size? What if they feel funny? The expanders in my chest hurt some days, will the actual implants hurt? Such questions to consider...womanhood!
I must give many heartfelt prayers to the women I have met who are not this far and still have a long way to go in their recovery process. We all have our own stories and timelines. We met due to an unpredictable circumstance, but we become stronger by those who have entered our lives due to the unknown. We can share our stories and never feel envy, jealousy or comparison. We know this is where our own paths may go, so we absorb it, learn from it and pray for health.
I can come home tomorrow and tell Maia that Mom's hard chest has been replaced and prove to her the new ones are not "long and squishy!"
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Heather! I just wanted to stop by and let you know that I am thinking of you! You are wonderful and I miss you already! Thank you for always bringing a smile to my face. It is truly a talent.
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