So today was the first time I went out without one of my foobs. Since I have one deflated one, I have being using a fake foob: either the stuffed gauze one my nurse made or a knitted knocker. After showering today I never put one in and went to run some errands realizing oh crap I’m missing a foob!
Fortunately I’m not well endowed so I’m not even sure why anyone would be looking at my chest. I was also wearing a loose shirt so even less reason to notice my lopsided chest.
But I did briefly panic. Should I still walk around? Will anyone notice? Do I have any tissues or anything I can use to stuff my bra on one side?
And then I realized this was all silly and stupid. I highly doubt anyone but me will notice and even if they do, so what?
So I did my shopping and do you know how often I thought about if anyone can notice my chest? Not once. I focused on getting what I needed including what we could have for dinner the next few nights including after tonight’s double soccer practices for the boys at different fields at different times. And I remembered the few other things I came to the store for like bread and fruit and salad. (When you have five kids, you’re constantly at the store getting more food!)
So my foobs or lack of foobs really didn’t matter at all. I initially worried about something that didn’t matter at all. And this fits perfectly into one of the most important things I’ve learned in this cancer journey. What matters is that I’m here. It doesn’t matter what I look like, if I have my boobs or foobs or not. I’m here and thriving. And that’s all that matters.
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