Ok, so I never really watched that movie…but the title of it makes me smile.
Four years ago, I made a huge donation to Cancer (yes, with the capital C) – and not the tax deductible kind. My journey with the big C started in October , which happens to be breast cancer awareness month (at least I was on schedule), and ended in December with major surgery removing my left breast and 5 lymph nodes. Luckily, the big C hadn’t spread and I was able to dodge the chemo / radiation bullet.
A friend who works for the Cancer Society helped me get a small replacement boob, the kind that’s mooshy rubber and sticks inside your bra. That’s where my wardrobe malfunctions started.
Two weeks after surgery I was back at work…pounding a sign in the ground at a new listing, when my new rubber boob flies out into the yard. After quickly looking around to see if anyone saw it, I tossed it in my toolbox in the back of my SUV and kept going.
Several other flying boob incidents (falling on a plate when I leaned over) led me to toss the rubber one in the garbage, and just fake it with a nice padded bra (ode to Madonna).
I still go through wardrobe malfunctions, but at least nothing’s flying – and it’s not as hot!
Many humorous situations came with my solution. Tried using the empty bra space as an extra pocket when dancing, but my license and lipstick still fell out. My grandsons used Grandma’s “secret pocket” as a favorite place to put their tonka trucks and hotwheels. (I’ll be able to embarrass them with that story when they’re teenagers…)
Over the past 4 years, I’ve debated about replacement surgery, but finally decided that I’m not going to do it (plus, I don’t have the insurance). I’m all done with slicing and dicing, thank you very much! And it would still be a fake boob – what’s gone, is gone. I’m grateful surgery worked – so far I’ve been cancer free. I’ll live with wardrobe malfunctions over cancer any day
So, why am I telling you this story? Well, recently I decided to go ahead with a vision I’ve been playing with for 4 years. To get a tattoo of a flower where my boob used to be – reclaiming beauty and sensuality in a different way.
Karen Roze is a very talented tatoo artist from the San Francisco Area. We exchanged emails about my vision for over a year. When she was on Maui recently we met at her friend’s shop in Lahaina -Spike’s Westside Ink .
She took my idea farther - instead of replacing a breast with a flower, she used the entire side of my body as a canvas for a beautiful spray of purple orchids based on this photo. The experience touched me on many levels (besides the obvious)…. letting go hidden fears as well as affirming beauty and a sense of wholeness.
Why am I sharing this? From a Kauai real estate perspective - when we meet to look at properties, you may see green and purple sprouts instead of cleavage. (Ok, with one boob, cleavage is pretty much impossible anyway – like one hand clapping…) But you get my point.
The little green leaf that shows with most of my blouses, has prompted me to “out” myself as a cancer survivor and share my journey with you. If you know anyone facing the big C, I hope you’ll help them remember to laugh hard and love generously!