Day 5

Help!  My boob is trying to kill me! 

Dear Left Boob, 

Am I missing something?  I thought we were friends.  I will admit, when we first met, I wasn't sure I liked you very much, and you made me a little uncomfortable, but eventually you grew on me.

As a good friend does, I did my very best to take care of you.  Dressed you up in pretty things and took you to the doctor.  I will admit that you were very good to me too.  You were kind of picky about clothes but I didn't mind.  And even though you got grumpy with me on a pretty regular basis it was OK because you fed my children and made sure they were big, chubby, happy, healthy babies.  You brought me happiness and I am sure you did the same for others.

And now I have discovered you are a traitor.  How am I supposed to feel now?  I can tell you I have been devastated, angry, stunned.  People have said just get rid of you, I'll be fine.  But you are as much a part of me as an arm or a leg.  There is a part of me that is scared of what life looks like without you.  The woman that I identify with is partly because you are here.  My girlfriend and I were talking the other day about you and she made a joke, but in many ways it's true.  She said "I don't know who I am without good cleavage".  It was funny, but it stung because I know that I may have to say goodbye to you.  I'm not ready for that quite yet and I'm not sure it's going to happen, but regardless, I have been preparing for it.  If you do stay, we need to sit down and work a few things out.

I want you to know I now have a "Breast Team", a panel of experts trained in dealing with back-stabbing boobies.  I will advocate for you because you are part of me, but if it comes down to it, I will choose me over you, every day.  I have three big, healthy, happy, not-so-much babies anymore that need me.  And I need me. 

Whatever shape that takes.

With love from your breast friend, 

Jenny