I wrote this soon after my mastectomy- I was still healing. Coming to terms with losing my breast...my new reality, was a traumatic process. Once I was able to look at me and accept me, love me as I am, once I stopped taking my new reality too seriously, I became a new person. This is me coming to term with my new reality. Yes, I can now laugh and make fun of the new me...my new normal, my new reality. I hope you can join me in celebrating my life and living...and not the loss of Sylvia.( my right breast).
How does one replace a lifetime friend? A friend one thought would be there till the end. Well, let me tell you about my situation- I promise, you folks, I'll tell the short version. We were very close friends like the -Three Musketeers; as long as I've known myself those two were always there. the three of us girls were inseparable...real tight; wWe hung out everyday, we hung out every night. Gloria, Sylvia, and I were the best of friends, That's why I thought it would be us three, till the very end. Then one fateful day everything changed; my entire life fate quickly re-arranged. Gloria and Sylvia were very closely akin. They were identical... they were my Booby Twins. those two girls were no bigger than a thity four B They kept very low profiles always around me. They were always together; it's been like that since birth. Gloria and Sylvia, they were the salt of my earth. So you know I was traumatized when Sylvia's time was up. She had a dangerous disease; she had to drink of death's cup. What a sad pathetic day for Gloria, Sylvia, and me. The demise of Sylvia laid heavily upon me. The decision to pull the plug was left to me I was the person in charge...the authority I felt guilty; I felt hurt; I even felt shame. I had to separate the twins; I felt like I was to blame Be that as it may, I did what I had to do. We went from The Three Musketeers, to being just two. The day before Sylvia had to go away We held a Pity Party; we laughed, we cried, we prayed. Gloria and I, ti this day, are still very tight. We cling to each other with all our might. I know Gloria misses Sylvia because I do too; and it's difficult to move on; God knows I tried to; I know she's lonely hanging out with just me; but it's hard to replace Sylvia...Don't you see? Fir now, for this moment, it's Gloria and I. We two are in this together do or die.
I liked how you name your breast, you gave it a name. I as a black woman have 42D breast and I dont know if I want to wake up without them. I admire you so much that you wont believe. I am so glad Cynthis introduced you to me tonight. I will be up reviewing your wonderful expressions from the heart, mind, body and soul. You go Anita baker!(smile)