The new me & Me
Posted April 13, 2010on:
Yes, it’s the new me.
Nine months after my double mastectomy – my choice but not required – I went to be fit for new ones.
The first thing I did was to request a photo-op in the largest size cup they had – either a double or triple D. It was a joke because I was nowhere near that size back in the day. Why not augment?
Although made out of silicone, the double or triple D inserts were really heavy. I certainly wouldn’t want to lug them around day after day.
I ended up buying – or my insurance is buying – a bra (plus two others on order) in size A. It was still heavy. I’ll wear it for special occasions, although it was pretty heavy to wear yesterday for most of the day.
A friend of mine suggested that I might want to wear this filled bra every day or not at all. If it were worn just periodically, the first thing that people might look at is my chest, wondering if I had them in or not. I think that’s true either way if folks know I had the mastectomies.
It’s kind of like the old Clairol commercial – “Does she or doesn’t she?” As the issue was for hair color, the ad continued with: “Only her hairdresser knows for sure.” In my case, it is only her mastectomy prosthesis specialist who knows for sure.
I never wanted to have breast reconstruction surgery because my goal was to recover faster. And I have, although I had eight months of various treatments.
Acquiring the prosthetic bra was really pretty simple. The specialist took a measurement of my chest and then I tried on different bras and then the prosthetic professional putting in different sized breast placebos until we had the right combination.
It was relaxed and simple. No tears, no frustrations, pretty darn easy. It was done in a private room. And the waiting area had mints in little pink packages, although the one I ate was a bit stale, probably a leftover from Breast Cancer Awareness Month in October.
As a bonus, I visited with a woman in the waiting area who was up next for her appointment. She had a single mastectomy a week or two before me. We shared chemotherapy and radiation regimens.
Mints or no mints, I might just continue wearing my husband beater – sleeveless white t-shirt – on most days, including today.
I wouldn’t want to give folks too many cheap thrills with my new boobs.