Ready For My Close-Up

Front closure pajamas and tops.  
  Check.
Comfy new sheets.  
  Check.
Microwave (haven't had one in eleven years).  
  Check.
Stool softeners and probiotics.
  Check.
DVDs and new Netflix subscription.  
  Check.
Meal train for the next few weeks.  
  Check.
Hugs.  
  Check.
Prayers.  
  Check.
Laughs.  
  Check.
Tears. 
   Check.

I guess I'm as ready as I can be.  I really enjoyed time with family this weekend.  My sister and I had a giggly time last night casting a plaster cast of my breasts.  Not sure what I'm going to do with it (it's staring at me right now from across the room), but if I was ever going to do one, last night was the night.  I also took some topless photos this weekend.  I had another survivor suggest that.  She said that there might be times when I might want to look back on what was.  Again, not sure what I'll do with them (anyone have Hugh's address), but I took them and will have them.

Why do all of this?  I don't know.  I don't know how I'm going to process everything to come. I may need some images to grieve over or to put into perspective the bigger picture.  It's not the breasts themselves, it's the larger issue that they represent.

We all have things that remind of us of our larger life issues.  Mine just happen to be "nearly B" sized.