I can’t tell this story without adding a little humor. When I went to Lexington about six months later to get my prosthesis, it was so hard. I really was afraid to be too close to anyone in a crowd or on an elevator. They would probably have thought that someone had a gun in their back. Years passed, and the protheses improved, and I went back to the same store to be fitted again. This time, as Mother and I were walking down the street, I kept looking down. My mother said, “Betty, for heaven’s sake, raise your head. What are you looking for?” My quick and happy response was, “I am watching my new boob bounce.” To me, it was a beautiful sight.
Many years have passed since that terrible time in my life, but I have survived. I don’t know how many other surgeries I’ve had, but they have all been benign except my skin surgeries.