My bathing suits have been put away deep in my drawer for a long time. Since my mastectomy in January, 2012, I certainly wasn't a fan of swimsuits, and most I couldn't wear. Although I was grateful to have a prothesis and I could blend in fairly well in street clothes, that was not the case with a bathing suit. I was always always self conscious...it was hard to look symmetrical and the prothesis shifted and moved to places it shouldn't. I had to safety pin the one bathing suit I could wear and try to rig it so I felt better. I think it was last summer when I finally decided that I was going to go for the reconstructive surgery. The glaring reminder of the effects of the Big C was not something I was willing to deal with every summer.
The surgery road was scary, long, and not always fun, but most of it is behind me now, and I'm very grateful.
In anticipation of our upcoming vacation, I tried on bathing suits last night. I'm happy to report that there were no tears shed. Although not all my bathing suits were a good fit for the "new" me, some were. For the first time in two years, I am able to wear a bathing suit comfortably.
Although the scars from the Big C will never go away and I will always be forever changed from its intrusion, I'm grateful to be able have some restored confidence, especially during this beautiful summer season.
Happy Friday Everyone!
The surgery road was scary, long, and not always fun, but most of it is behind me now, and I'm very grateful.
In anticipation of our upcoming vacation, I tried on bathing suits last night. I'm happy to report that there were no tears shed. Although not all my bathing suits were a good fit for the "new" me, some were. For the first time in two years, I am able to wear a bathing suit comfortably.
Although the scars from the Big C will never go away and I will always be forever changed from its intrusion, I'm grateful to be able have some restored confidence, especially during this beautiful summer season.
Happy Friday Everyone!
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