Does Size Really Matter?

So I get back home and my breast prostheses are there. I look at the box and they appear to be the correct size. Nope - wrong. They're smaller than the ones I had in the beginning.

Sent the wrong size

The larger the breast, the smaller the mid-section appears. I didn't ask for Dolly Parton's breasts, just a modest size... To make matters worse, they sent me the correct size bra but the wrong size breast. But because of COVID, they say that they can't take them back, and the insurance company won't pay for another pair until next year... So I guess I'll have to make my own because what I didn't sign up for was the itty bitty titty collection. At the outset of seeing my tiny breasts, frustration galloped through my mind like a horse at a racetrack. Perhaps I would have a change of heart if I took a second to get out of my emotions and view the situation from a practical point of view. I had new bras and new breast prostheses - surely it couldn’t be that bad.

These were the cards that I had been dealt - like them or love them. This was a day in the life of a breast cancer thriver. It's bad enough that we have to fight through breast cancer, why can't we be comfortable with our fake breasts? After all, if they are fake, why not make them fabulous?

Post mastectomy options

I know that there are women who choose not to wear prostheses; there are also those who opt out of getting reconstructive surgery, and then there are those who find comfort in a decent-sized prosthesis. I fall into the latter category.

Doctor's appointment

I quickly set my frustrations to the side because I had a doctor's appointment in less than thirty minutes, and the last thing I needed was for my blood pressure to be raised even the slightest bit.

I arrived at my doctor's appointment and settled myself down before my doctor entered the room. I'm thinking that I’m an Academy award-winning actress, and my doctor won’t be able to detect the slightest bit of annoyance.

Epic fail, the moment she enters the room, she can see through my picture-perfect smile that something is wrong. She asks what’s wrong, and trying not to appear like a shallow brat, I tell her that my breast prostheses are the wrong size.

She glances at my chest, and with a slightly puzzled look on her face she says, this isn't what I ordered you. I thought that we ordered two sizes up. With a chuckle in my voice, I shook my head and said, that’s what I thought but it surely isn’t what I got. She promised to figure out a way to correct the situation, and I promised to let her.

Perspectives

As I returned home, I told my husband about my visit and how even the doctor noticed that I was sent the wrong size. He checked the bra packaging as well as the prostheses only to find out that they both were the correct sizes.

The moral of the story, you can’t judge a breast by its covering. The prosthesis looked smaller because my midsection had increased. The larger the breast the smaller the midsection appears. The larger the midsection, the smaller the breast appears.

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