Prosthesis, bodies and breastlessness
While in Sydney, I decided to pop into DJs to check out the prostheses. See what different products were available, try out some pretty new bras, that sort of stuff. So I caught the lift to the right floor, walked up to a counter and asked who do I see for a breast prosthesis, and then found myself flooding with tears. Suddenly this was not fun anymore, it was a real confrontation with the fact that I now have a big scar from sternum to armpit where I used to have a breast, and the scar is lumpy and bulging and puckered because of the infection I had, and I feel so awkward and shy having to admit this, to bare this changed body in front of someone else. The woman was lovely and very kind, and helped me find a nice bra and a prosthesis that disguises well my present physical shape and gives my remaining breast the support and form it deserves. And now I am also confronting the fact that I have put on about 6kg in the 6weeks I have been on TCH Chemo, and need to start to do a bit more than regular daily walks to stop becoming the total fat blimp I am on the way to becoming. Not just for appearances sake, but to give myself the best chance through good health to minimise the chance of recurrence. My ideal weight according to my oncologist is about 62kg, and I need to lose weight to get there, not put on more.