When I was about four I decided to take my Paddington Bear and "climb" up the rungs of my dresser. That brilliant idea got me two black eyes and a dresser on top of me. You would think I could rack that up to lessons learned but I continued to try to climb the mountain, not physically- mentally.
I went to see my surgeon for my second year visit and we have an odd relationship. He is very blunt and matter of fact (just what you want in a surgeon) and I am a no holds barred kind of answer girl.
Dr.T: So I see no ring
Me: Yup
Dr.T: What happened there
Me: Life
Dr T: That happens a lot. So what are you going to do about it
Me: Nothing...yet. I am going to wait until after my surgery
Dr.T: You know you are more than a boob
Me: Yes but it helps to not have false advertising
Dr.T: Shakes his head
Even though I don't count my year two down until the end of March he counts year two from the date of diagnosis...ahhh what's a couple of months.
Lately I have been getting out more and doing lots of things. I have created my girlie dressing room, gone to a fancy martini party and have even ventured on a couple of first dates. I am not ready to venture into the romantic lane just yet but it is great to find out that men still find me attractive and greatly amusing. After having your self esteem pulled down to the bottom of the mountain it makes the climb more of an adventure and taking note of lessons learned. I am looking forward to getting to the top one step at a time. Sunshine mountain here I come!
