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Stardate, May 2009.
It's night, and I'm getting ready for bed. I take off my bra, and check myself out in the mirror. I just had my 51st birthday but am still very pleased with my Dorian Gray breasts. I've certainly aged and things are starting to slide and wrinkle - quite horrifyingly in some areas - with the exception of my breasts. Even at my age, and after breastfeeding two babies, and being a full C cup on a 100 pound body - they are still perky and shaped like they were when I was 25.
Life can play some pretty spectacular jokes when it wants to.
So, I look in the mirror and I see a funny crease on the side of my breast. I go show my husband, already in bed.
"Look at that!" I demand, like it was ever necessary to demand he look at my breasts.
"Wow, that looks like a lump."
I felt around and yes, there was a very hard, marble sized lump where the creasing was. I was not alarmed a bit though. I have very cystic, dense breasts, full of lumps that shrink and grow with my cycles. They are alive and changing, my breasts. This one was bigger, granted. It felt harder. But, it was still just another lump in a lifetime of lumps. So, I figured I'd ignore it for a cycle and see what happened.
And, that's what I did.
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5 years ago
I am reading your blog from the very beginning because I can relate so much to what you are saying. I too have a blog, which I think is humoros, and I've been told before that people think I'm 'amazing' because I kept my sense of humor. Really? I don't think so.
ReplyDeleteBut, what are the options? Cry in despair?! Not my style. There is a job to be done here. THat is why I love your blog!!
NOw, I will be loitering around for a few hours as I catch up to the present day... don't mind me.
Michelle