Yes, we're all eternally grateful to be cancer free, this is a separate issue.
This is the issue of life after the surgery and chemo and radiation.
It's hard to blithely rattle on about Two years ago, I found out that I have a BRCA1 gene mutation, the same genetic factor that drove Angelina Jolie to have a double mastectomy.
Everyone has BRCA genes; they work to prevent breast cancer.
There’s a brave new world of wardrobe options, too.
Backless, strapless, or otherwise bra-prohibitive tops have never been an option and now they will be. When the rest of me turns 50, my chest will still look 27.
So I spent a long time searching for a solution, but that's another story.
For one thing, an implant that’s not cushioned by existing breast tissue will never be the same temperature as the rest of me: It will always be a little bit colder, and it will feel like an implant.
But being somewhat anatomically blessed, pain in the ass though it may be when shopping for shirts or running down a flight of stairs, has meant that in my entire dating life, I’ve never gone out with someone and not known that on some level part of their attraction to me had to do with my boobs.
And now that’s going to change, and I don’t know what the end product will be.
I’ve been planning this surgery for nearly a year and have the utmost confidence in my doctors and in my decision.
My family and friends have been supportive and have stepped up to the plate in ways I could never have predicted, offering care, compassion, and so much wine.