I travelled to my oncology appointment yesterday and the friend that went with me dragged me into a bra shop. I'm still wearing the bras I bought during chemo three years ago, so I guess it was about time. My body has changed a lot since then, especially with the prednisone. I've been off it for several months but I'm still carrying around a bunch of weird weight.
After seeing all the pretty things and hearing on some sort of daytime TV show (I know, what a waste of my life) that men hate nude bras, I broke down and entered the change room. The woman who worked there measured me and brought back a few lacy bras. When I saw the boulder holders she tossed in at me I almost said, "I'm sorry, but I think you may have confused me with someone who has boobs."
I was pretty tired from my appointment and didn't want to argue so I just tried them on so she would see what an obvious idiot she had been to think I could fill those out. Then I could entertain myself by mocking her breast measuring ability. To my utter shock...they fit. I stood in the mirror absolutely amazed and a little dumbfounded. I stood there just staring into the reflection trying to take in what I was seeing.
I have breasts. And not the teeny tiny little breasts I used to have. Ones that actually fill a bra.
When she brought me in a couple more "DD's" I was pretty sure I had hit the Twilight Zone or maybe I was on some sort of sick prank show. Although the mirror did say that the bras fit. Apparently they're from Finland where breasts are ity bity or it's a deviously masterminded marketing ploy. I know my body has changed but really! I'm the same weight I was pre cancer, although much softer and squishier. Kind of like a marshmallow.
When I got over the absurdity of the whole scenario, I found a very pretty one and took it home with me. I wonder if when my body gets back to normal if I'll be able to keep them? If not, that's okay, I liked them the way they were.
So, literally, my cup runeth over.