Blue Jean Jacket Pocket Prosthesis
I am not in a happy place today. Not a good day to meet my oncologist for the first time. But, whaddya gonna do. I’m sure she’ll understand.
It’s the drains and the swollen mess that sits under my right arm, reminding me with every touch just how gross this is.
Good thing – I got to remove the safety pins from a button down shirt that I’m wearing today. Safety pins placed precisely between the buttons kept my old giant boobs from gaping the shirt open. No more gaping of button down shirts. Don’t know what to make of the darts, though. Maybe I’ll tuck snacks in my shirt darts. I also put on one of my favorite jean jackets and it fits really well. I was kidding myself before, thinking I looked all sassy with it stretched over the world’s meanest boobs. I thought to myself, “Hey! I can offer my jean jacket pockets for lipgloss storage! Let’s go to the disco!” I can keep all sorts of things in my jean jeacket pockets and that will work just like a prosthetic – cool!
I know. I find the good in the strangest of places. But it makes me chuckle and right about now, I could use a good chuckle.
My brother-in-law (sister’s husband) is trying to steal my spotlight by having had a TIA on Monday night (Hi Med Term pals!) – a mini-stroke to those not in the know. He’s okay. As okay as a guy who just had a mini-stroke can be. I think he timed it very poorly and we’ll have a little one-to-one when we’re both physically capable of driving to one another’s houses.
And today Scott’s aunt (his mom’s sister) is in surgery, having a lumpectomy. Because seriously? Can I not have all the attention? What do I have to do next to draw them all back to me me me?
Also? My oldest son willing went to a very safe and healthy place. I am so proud of him and I hope that he opens his heart to what he is about to receive. He can focus on getting better while I focus on getting better.