I knew going into this whole thing it would be a process not an instantaneous experience where with the snap of my fingers I would awaken from surgery with no pain or discomfort and the closest thing a post-cancer patient could achieve to perfect breasts.
I harbored no idealized view as to the nature of the healing process or the fact that there would be unprecedented pain and harrowing discomfort.
I understood, at least theoretically, that the healing process would leave me physically altered and emotionally temporarily wounded--albeit stronger.
Part of the physical process has been wearing a binding bra--one that bears a striking resemblance to a bulletproof vest.
That's right. My undergarments--at least the upper one--is more Rambo than Victoria's Secret. Rather than silk and lace, I'm pretty sure it's composed of Kevlar.
I could deflect enemy fire with it.
Which sort of makes me even more super hero than we originally thought. ;)
Having been honed and refined through years of calamity and enormous hardship, I was already pretty assured of my super hero status, but having some of the gear really helps add to my persona.
I have to--you know--look the part. ;)
So, as we speak, I'm composing a Super Holl patch to sew to said bra.
The bra to end all bras.
So take that, Heidi Klum! ;)