My breasts have been taking a beating since I was diagnosed with breast cancer. You name it, they've done it. "They" being my doctors, nurses, technicians, specialists, technologists, etcetera. My twins have been poked, pushed, opened, pulled, x-rayed, nuked and so on.... It came to a point that I don't even care who's seen them or what they do with it. My dignity went out the window.
Since I had the surgery my breasts have never been the same. These days it looks like I have a breast and a half, instead of two. One is noticeably bigger than the other. One looks normal and healthy. The other looks like a giant prune, bruised and old. I guess it was expected but it still bugs me that they're not what they used to.
These days the affected breast gets itchy at times, the burnt skin is starting to peel off and slowly my natural skin tone is coming back. This morning I noticed my armpit is no longer black/dark. :) Cool! Now I can wear sleeveless tops.
But no matter what, I'm happy I still have them both.
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