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)
After reading this Sis. Pam, you are going to do JUST FINE! Educational, comical and truthful. . . we've got to learn to find the blessings in our sorrows.
So with that I say, blessin's 2 U, glad to find you here at AD.
cynth'ya lewis reed