Stop me if you’ve heard this one…
So, a cancer patient walks into a bra shop.
What, no punchline?
Never heard that joke before?
That’s cause it’s no joke. Can you imagine, walking into a bra shop and asking the nice older lady to fit a bra for your right boob only?
Well, I did just that yesterday, in a desperate attempt to find something, anything, that will hold my right breast up and distribute the weight across my back instead of straining the muscle each and every day.
The nice older lady was … no help. The young one with the spiky hair was … scared off, I think. And the blonde? Just passed me off to the other two.
I didn’t think it would be so hard. I didn’t think it would be hard on me to walk into a bra shop, surrounded by lace and spandex, seeing all those pretty things for people with two, healthy, medium sized breasts. I didn’t think that it would hit me so hard, realizing that this shop will be … useless for me in a few months.
Realizing that, come January, I will never have to wear a bra again if I don’t want to. That I won’t have anything to put in it except silicone and stuffing. That the weight on my chest really will come off, and I can throw all those confining, stifling, contraptions of lace and spandex away.
It sounds liberating in retrospect.
But in the store, it hit me all at once. There is nothing here that will fit me, I thought, realizing that I am now two different sizes, with my right side swollen by inflammatory breast cancer, and my left side returning to normal after years (literally, years) of nursing my little ones. And soon, there is nothing here that I will need. Sobering. Frustrating. But soon, liberating.
Soon, liberating.
Soon.
Check out DC Metro Moms Blog on Monday for a new post by Whymommy, called Mommy’s little shopping secret, an adorable picture of Little Bear in a hat, and several posts about the bloggers’ meetup with Elizabeth Edwards!
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