One of the things that I hate the most post breast cancer is finding freaking bras that fit. I did not have breast reconstruction surgery, so I’m lopsided.
And as the years go by and the breast tissue adjusts and settles I get more lopsided.
I can’t wear an underwire bra as they hurt. One breast is one cup size and the other breast is about half of a cup size smaller. Tamoxifen has made me plus size and it’s just hard all the way around to find bras that fit.
I have tried expensive bras, moderately priced bras and cheap bras. Ironically, the ones that fit the best for the most part are the most inexpensive.
I don’t regret not having breast reconstruction, plastic surgery is not my gig, but I just wish someone could design a bra for us that fit. It shouldn’t be “well if you got your breasts fixed then you could wear bras again.”
Thanks no, I choose not to have flotation devices surgically attached to my body. Why can’t bra manufacturers make better bras?
Lately I have also been going through one of my fighting with my own self-image stages. I don’t feel attractive, I don’t feel pretty. It happens. And it generally happens when my sleep has been off, and it has. I am sleeping much better than when I first went on Tamoxifen and before my subsequent hysterectomy, but sometimes there are just times when sleeping sucks.
And I am also going through a phase where I have a lot of joint pain. It’s not Lyme disease, if I had to be honest I would say there is probably a little bit of arthritis mixed in with the Tamoxifen joint pain.
Almost 8 years post breast cancer and I am doing very well for the most part. I’m alive for starters. And I have a good quality of life. But sometimes I am just tired. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, because I’m not. My life is full of blessings.
I wrote an article today about gardening and how gardening teaches you patience if you let it. Patience is a virtue I sometimes have in very short supply.
When I first started this blog eight years ago I promised I would be honest with my readers. So all along this journey I have showed you the good the bad and the ugly. Maybe some of you think it’s ridiculous that I am bitching about bras not fitting, but it is just one of those things. And today is one of those days where I think Quasimodo would have an easier time getting a bra fitted for him as the hunchback of Notre Dame, versus me as a breast cancer survivor.
I’m also getting a little people weary. What I think I need to do, but I know I don’t like to do is search for a little more “me time”. I don’t like doing that because it feels selfish. But sometimes you just have to do what is best for you. I can’t be all things to all people. And that is a very female thing. We are all supposed to be Wonder Woman on this bus, only we’re human.
Thanks for stopping by.