Today I’m feeling some kind of way. I learned that most women don’t ever regain feeling in their breasts and that their foobs just feel like bricks on their chest. Aside from vanity, would it not be better just to cut the breast tissue out and call it good? Maybe get a pretty tattoo?
I don’t know. I know that thinking about it- there’s no question. Do I possibly subject The Boy to a life without his Mom just to keep my breasts? No. So the answer is clear. The surgery it is. I don’t want to live with an axe hanging over my head. Period. I’m tired of that. But I really don’t want to lose my boobs. They’re new after The Boy. They’re, yes, pretty. I’ve never had them before. Haha.
But I’m certainly not going to miss The Boy’s first anything because I wanted to keep my boobs, especially if I can help it.
Anyways. Today I’m feeling some kind of way. I honestly don’t feel like I have a choice. 18 days and counting down.
#unBRCAble #savethewomennottheboobies
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