What are they looking at?

I guess I should have thought about this blog thing a little more carefully. I write - not only to inform my family and friends, but also....for therapy. Sometimes it just makes me feel better. I am thinking - maybe a TALL glass of wine could have provided the same great feeling....so why am I writing now?



It suddenly occurred to me today....that everyone I know - literally - everyone I know and a LOT of people I do not know.....will know about my.....(in a hushed tone) "transformation." First of all - ladies.. PLEASE DO NOT HATE ME. It is not my fault that very soon I will never have to wear a bra again. CAll it one of the "bennies" of breast cancer. Or, one of the bennies of having a bilateral mastectomy.



Yes - I know, I told everyone.....because I wrote it here last night. And EVERY person I have run into today...I SWEAR looked at my boobs. It was almost like they were thinking "I better get a last look at the real thing." And then I thought to myself - these people have NO IDEA about your blog.....but, of course, I feel like I am walking around with a lighted neon sign on top of my head that says, " LOOK AT ME. I WILL SOON NO LONGER BE.....SANDRA DEE."



So, what are they looking at? Probably nothing. Most people look at the chest first, anyway - right? I mean - how many people do you look in the eye? I look everyone in the eye....but I always do the perverbial....look up and down the body to see if there are any changes (okay - I really do not do that....but I know people that do that.....you know - the ones who notice if you wear the same pair of shoes two days in a row......and probably know if you wear the same pair of undies two days in a row!!!!)



I just want you to know, after careful thought and consideration - I am going to be VERY PROUD of my ..... breast replacements. (Is that politically correct?) When my mom had her breast removed - they gave her a freakin balloon to put in her bra. For the rest of her life she walked around with crooked boobs. I know she and my dad didn't care - but holy cow, crooked boobs???????


Hey - thanks for your prayers, cookies (which Melissa is making for me), peanut clusters (oops - don't have those yet), soup, retail therapy experiences....and well - thanks for thinking of me and my family. I truly love you - and pray EVERY DAY that God blesses you as you have blessed me...

P.S. I wrote this, David read it - and I had to edit it.....It was so much funnier before I took out all of the stuff he advised!!!! I think that I forget......while I am trying to make light of a tough situation...he is living it, too. While I may think it is funny, to him it represents fear. I need to apologize if I have made anyone feel that way. I just prefer to laugh about it....instead of cry about it. I mean - I have put it in my Father's Hands.....and I trust He will get me - and you - through this......because that is what He does........





Okay - til next time!!!