Breastless: How I Live Without My Breast

My obstetrician was examining the scar on my chest. At age 38, I was eleven years out from my breast cancer diagnosis and pregnant with Emmy. I had never had my chest examined so thoroughly as when I was pregnant. My doctor was going to make sure to keep me healthy. During this examination, the doctor rubbed something off my scar. “What’s this? Some kind of gel?” I was just as puzzled as he was. What in the world could be smeared all over my chest without me knowing what it was? The doctor wiped it off and continued my exam as usual.

As I was getting dressed after the exam, I took a look at my breast prosthesis. The light bulb went on–my breast form had split and the silicon was leaking out. I was slightly embarrassed, but I had to laugh! When I got home, I temporarily fixed the split with a Band Aid until I could order a new breast. A leaking breast actually gave me an excuse to go buy a larger sized left breast, since my right breast was increasing in size due to my pregnancy.

When Emmy was weaned and I returned to my specialized boutique for a smaller breast form, my husband caught me looking in the car window to check out my improved silhouette. “Checking out your new boob?” he asked. It felt good to be “even” again.

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Swimming with my daughter on a hot, summer’s day…in my special mastectomy suit.

Seventeen years after my mastectomy, my scar has lightened and so have my feelings about living with only one breast. Making the choice to have a mastectomy was not easy, and I write about why I made this huge decision here: Choosing a Mastectomy. Going back to read this post makes me laugh (and sometimes cry) because my mom had trouble leaving a comment! Oh, how I miss her. Mom is the one who taught me how to live after losing a breast.

This October, I have received five emails. Five emails deemed by Gmail as “important mainly because it was sent directly to you.” These emails were from Glamour Magazine, and two of them ask me this question: How would your life change without YOUR breasts?

Glamour is promoting its latest video series about Caitlin Brodnick, a young comedian who tested positive for the BRCA1 mutation and who decided to have a preventative double mastectomy. Her decision to have a mastectomy was surely difficult. I know. Coming home less than 24 hours after surgery with surgical drains is difficult. I know. Living life without your breasts is surely difficult.

I know.

My question to Glamour is this. Why did I get these emails? I don’t subscribe to Glamour Magazine and I don’t follow them on any social media. Why are they emailing me?

I’m sure the answer is publicity, but the question they pose strikes me as being sensationalist journalism. “How would your life change without YOUR breasts?”

Here is my answer, Glamour Magazine.

I live life fully. I live life with no regrets. I laugh a little, write a little, and love a whole lot. I don’t think about being breastless most days. Instead, I mother my little girls and teach my students. I love my husband. I plan family reunions, go to church, and love God. I cook. I sing. I dance.

Losing a breast does not define me. Breast cancer does not define me. My life has changed in countless ways since I lost my breast, and mostly for the better.

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Good Friday Traditions

Since both my husband and I sing in our church choir, Holy Week is full of rehearsals and church. Last night, we remembered the Last Supper and celebrated communion for Maundy Thursday.

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Do this for the remembrance of Me.

As I was preparing my daughters for our church-filled week, I reminded them of the Tenebrae service we attend on Good Friday. The lights slowly go out until we are sitting in darkness.

Emmy said, “And then the pastor slams the book shut! I love that part!”

The slamming of the Bible, which was open at the book of Isaiah, symbolizes that the prophecy has been fulfilled when Jesus dies on the cross.

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Remind me of thy Passion when my last hour draws nigh.

The Tenebrae service was always one of my favorite church services when I was growing up. I’m so pleased that my daughters can take part in this church tradition.

Our church has also started a new tradition: a tomb stands in front of the church, and a stone will be rolled in front of it later today.

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Guarding Jesus’ tomb, 2012
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Lamb of God, you take away the sin of the world.

Of course, Lily and Emmy are also looking forward to the traditional Easter egg hunt tomorrow!

Note: The needlepoint pictures are from the communion rail kneelers at my church. They were designed by my mom, and many faithful members of our church completed the needlework on these kneelers. Many of them (including my mom) are now in their heavenly home. Not only are they a wonderful reminder of our faith, but also a memory of the saints who have gone before us.

Have a blessed Easter!

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