This may be one of those posts where I disclose too much information, and for that, let me apologize ahead of time. I visited a plastic surgeon's office the other day to talk about reconstruction. Unfortunately there is no pill I can swallow to grow a breast in the space where I am currently missing one, so surgery appears to be the only option. I am not sure I am ready to take on another surgery at the moment, but I was ready to see what my options were and become more educated about each of them. It would be nice to be able to snap my fingers and be on the other side of this process, but, unfortunately, it doesn't work that way. I'm grateful that I do have options and choices I am able to make. I will take some time to be sure I make the decision that is right for me. Some days I think it would just be okay to go through the rest of my life with a prosthetic, but then I have moments, like changing my shirt four times because I'm afraid my prosthetic is popping out, when I think otherwise.
Along with my visit came a "complimentary photo session". Thankfully my face did not appear in the photos and so, I didn't have to smile, but I think I may have anyway. It was a good day. I am well and continue to gain strength and heal with each passing day.
The real man smiles in trouble, gathers strength from distress, and grows brave by reflection.