Shopping for New Boobs

In between the mastectomy and radiation, I met with a plastic surgeon about my upcoming reconstruction.  My plastic surgeon is very much a perfectionist and meticulous.  He is also very exacting and particular.  I am incredibly grateful that he has all these attributes.  It gives me great confidence in his vision for my reconstruction.

When my husband and I met with the plastic surgeon for the first time, we poured over pictures of various types of procedures.  I had no idea there were so many options for reconstruction.  I also had no idea that the reconstruction process was so personalized for each patient and their specific set of circumstances. 

I have to say that it was fun shopping for my new boobs.  Not everyone gets to pick out a new set of headlights when they're in their mid thirties.  After giving it a lot of thought, I decided to get an obscenely large rack.  To be more specific, I decided to get porn star jubblies.  No.  I'm just kidding.  However, I did decide to go back to my breast feeding days.  My tatas were very large and fantastic.  Now, I will have very large, fantastic and perky boobies until I die at 101 years of age.

Oh...won't my senior citizen pals be envious.  My boobs won't hang low.  They won't wobble to and fro.  I won't be able to tie them in a knot or tie them in a bow.  Sadly, I won't be able to throw them over my shoulder like a continental soldier.  Cuz...my boobs won't hang low.