Boobless.

Blood pressure scares and weakness aside, I’m recovering.  The surgeon unwrapped my dressing this morning and took a look at my chest.  She’s happy with the results, and so am I.  The fear that I had after seeing the mastectomy pictures in the Orlando Sentenial months ago?  Groundless.  Already, my wounds look better.  Already, I can see that they will heal nicely.

Already, I can look down at my chest and not be repulsed.

In fact, I am relieved.  All I could think of when I saw the unfamiliar flat space on my chest was HURRAH.  The cancer, the weight, the aches, the pains, and again, the cancer, is GONE. 

GONE, my friends.  I couldn’t wait to tell you.