Happy Hump Day!
Today is T-minus 12 days til the Great Lady Lumps Chop Chop. There's a ton of things I have to get in order, plus a slew of doctor's appointments. Yesterday I saw the director of the Adult Congenital Heart program at Cooper, today I meet with the plastic surgeon to sign the consents for her portion of the surgery, and tomorrow is chemo.
It's funny to type this out (and I'm certain equally funny to read), but I've been going to second base with myself any chance I get. In privacy, of course, and away from windows. I've been staring at them too, fixated on the thoracotomy scar that goes halfway across my right breast and has been there since I was 6 months old. I don't want to forget what they look or feel like. I'm not sure if that's weird. Probably, because let's face it, I'm the epitome of weird.
Minus the little speed bump in my left breast, they've served me well, and I'll miss them. But out with the old and in with the new.
Before I could go forward with the surgery, I had to give them the proper sendoff. A bon voyage, ta ta to the ta-ta's, bye-bye boobies, if you will.
My early twenties was a bit rocky for me (as it is for just about everyone), and I went through tough times, resulting in my not treating friends the way they should be. Those who had once been so important weren't a part of my life for a few years, and I am constantly reminded how lucky I am that they made their way back in (you bitches know who you are). I'm not sure where I'd be without them.
Brie took it upon herself to plan a Bye-Bye Boobies party, and saw to it that I had a fun night and was spoiled rotten. And, I was spoiled rotten and had a fabulous time with the girls! Both attached and unattached to me!
Orange or raspberry sherbert + Korbel = Pinterest WIN
The AMAZING Boobie Cake made by the super talented Angela (top left)
No party is complete without pink boobie balloons hanging from the ceiling.
Fabiana got me this kick ass shirt!
Tasted just as amazing as it looks!
Bridget made pink boob cookies with chocolate nipples!
Who needs a surgeon?
You motorboatin' son of a bitch!
These girls are my heart.
It was one of those moments where I had to step back and take it all in, grateful for all the love and support coming from those whose love and support mean the most.