It was something that needed to be done. A celebration of its own sort, an excursion of its own category, an undercover event of epic (or not so epic proportion) some might say.
Last week I went post-cancer-removing-surgery-breast equipment shopping. The last time I enjoyed this type of shopping, I was a perky twenty-something eager for marriage and spending vast amounts of gift cards at that secret fancy pajama shop in the mall.
Then I got married, got pregnant, had babies, nursed babies, gained weight, lost weight and somewhere in the middle of babies and weight gain I learned that driving down a grocery aisle and throwing lingerie in the cart faster than a toddler can throw it right back out is an art form. I’m serious, y’all, because if a toddler throws it right back out but you’re already talking to a salesman in electronics about where the batteries for the camcorder are located, you’ve been seriously embarrassed!
I’m not too picky about such garments because there’s not that big of a job to do. You know what I mean? It’s okay guys, even the first surgeon I met with kindly let me know there wasn’t much there… but he could fix that. But since I opted to not get rid of what little I had, I have had this day in the back of mind for many months. But just because you know something’s coming and just because you’re thankful it is coming and you’re going to the local JC Penney and not to the hospital’s “Appearances” department, doesn’t mean you look forward to it or are excited about it. Because I wasn’t, excited that is. I was and still am thankful, very.
Anyway, the post-surgery me has worn a sports bra every day. Actually, the post-cancer diagnosis me has worn a sports bra every day. As a matter of fact, it wasn't until my radiation oncologist forced me to remove the sports bra for a few hours each day that I even felt like taking it off. Ever.
The cute sports bra has become a staple in my wardrobe. I now own one in every color. And I’m all about color coordinating and comfort, however, a few weeks ago I got in the mood to go just one day without the uni-boob. Just one day. Just one outfit. Just once this year I wanted to be a little more proud that I still had my girls, if you know what I mean. But I got a bit nervous when I drove my cart straight down that aisle at the neighborhood Walmart and couldn’t find me a piece of comfortable looking equipment. The surgical scar is in a really tender spot, okay,
Then and there I decided this type shopping would have to be scheduled into my calendar and worked around a schedule full of others. So last week, I had me a day. I drove to the fancy local JCPenney where they have these plush and purple-y ladies only dressing rooms. And lo and behold they were having a Veterans’ Day sale. I saw bright lights and heard loud music as I slyly grabbed a few items off the rack and ducked into the fancy little room.
I left a doubly happy and doubly blessed lady because comfort and practicality at a price that can’t be beat makes a girl all happy. So as I stood in a long line and handed said items to a man behind the counter (who has never seen this blog), I secretly celebrated this personal event that every one of your prayers made possible.
To you, O God, belong the greatness and the might,
the glory, the victory, the majesty, the splendor;
Yes! Everything in heaven, everything on earth;
the kingdom all yours! You've raised yourself high over all.
Riches and glory come from you,
you're ruler over all;
You hold strength and power in the palm of your hand
to build up and strengthen all.
And here we are, O God, our God, giving thanks to you,
praising your splendid Name.
1 Chronicles 29:11-13 The Message