I just wanted to have a moan.
I got my official prosthesis yesterday, and just feel so low about the whole thing. It’s as if it made it official: “This is the new you”, and I’m feeling pretty sorry for myself.
I’ve never been officially measured or fitted for a bra before, and normally go for a 38C, although I have suspected its the wrong size, as I’m kind of jammed in there. I have/had quite “wide” boobs, with the old “side boob” going on, if you know what I mean. I’ve not been able to find “pretty” bras that fit well for years!
We tried loads of different prostheses, and eventually I have been sold a “right” boob, which I wear on the left side. She said she thought I was between C and D cup, but I think the problem is the shape more than the size. She sold me a 40D bra, and then I went to Sears and bought a 38C for almost half the price which works just as well, except its a pretty disgusting colour.
I’ve been increasingly unhappy with the appearance of my breasts in latter years. I think a lot of it is being over-weight. I can’t decide which I dislike the most: my left mastectomy scar or my right, remaining, boob!
I suppose I am hoping that eventually I’ll have a left reconstruction, and reshaping of my right, or possibly a right prophylactic mastectomy and immediate reconstruction when/if I get the left done, but I’m worried that my options for reconstruction might be limited, as I still need rads, and I have blood clotting issues which may make microsurgery difficult. The thought of all that surgery: more scars, pain, recovery time- its pretty daunting too!
I’ve considered just going flat both sides, but that thought depresses me too. I don’t know if I’ll come to terms with the prosthetic, a size 11. It just seems so enormous.
I cried and cried last night, and tears are welling up now, writing this. I know its just a poor me moment, but I just want all this to go away. I have 4 more weekly Taxol to go, and that’s getting tougher each week. I know my friends and family are cheering me on, and expect me to be excited that 6 months of chemo is nearly over, but today I just feel depressed and defeated.