I feel fine...and I have to be honest this whole breast cancer thing for me was a huge let down. I never even got a pink T-shirt. Six months since surgery and all I have left is a crater in my chest where my boob used to be. I thought I would get used to it as time when on but it was ugly then and it's still ugly now. And I am no swimsuit model or generally concerned about my body size - sorry ladies not super woman cancer survivor running marathons here! I prefer the couch, the remote and some ice cream...but I am considering reconstruction. Why? The first 90 degree day it felt like I was carrying around a load of mashed potatoes in my bra....so much for the
"light weight" model prosthetic. Every day, no matter what I am adjusting the bra, the shirt or the prosthetic swearing that someone is looking at me. My son has assured me that no one looks at me (Nice Mike!)
but I still feel that way.

So for fun I try and find a plastic surgeon to get information about the reconstruction...largest medical insurer in NJ has TWO within a fifty mile radius of me - LOVELY! So I go to the first and he's nothing less than creepy, had never seen a prosthetic before and was asking me questions that I would think someone with breast reconstruction experience with have to have known....He's out! I go to the second plastic surgeon and he is knowledgeable, experienced and a no bologna kind of doctor...perfect for me. Now I just have to figure out how I can schedule the time to get it done; maybe early fall. Then it takes almost a year start to finish. I think I really need to want a boob to do this.

Business is really good right now. Even though my company is twenty years old I still work every day all day...that's why we're 20 years old! I thought my priorities would change when I was diagnosed but they didn't. I still want to work and I think I always will. I just threw a new puppy into the mix - CRAZY! I think I just did it because I could. Funny though when I was diagnosed, I swore I was going to cut back on work, do more stuff and retire early - It's just not happening. It's like I hit a bump in the road not any kind of major road block. But I do know I am absolutely lucky that things were not worse considering I was an idiot and had never had a mammography at 47 years old. Every day I do thank God that my breast swelled.....

I want a stinkin' Pink T-Shirt!!

You need to make a decision about whether you're going to tell people about the mastectomy or not...I told everyone! I joke about it, I play about it, I sometimes make people uncomfortable about it. Too Bad! I didn't ask for this and if I make an impression on them they'll remember to go get a Mammo....

Still my family!

Back to full speed ahead....

Not much! Need to find time to be out a week or so for the reconstruction.....

Determination!

You'll survive!!!