A Letter To My Boobs, Two Years After My Mastectomy.


I originally wrote this letter on November 19, 2017, to commemorate the two-year anniversary of my double mastectomy with reconstruction.

Dear Boobs,

It’s been two years since we started on this “journey” together. Two years since we lost your predecessors… but frankly, they needed to go. Lefty tried to kill me, and righty had to take one for the team. I couldn’t trust her anymore.

The girls were very pretty (if I say so myself), and for many years, had served me well. I don’t blame them. It wasn’t lefty’s fault. I popped out of the womb with a genetic predisposition to develop breast cancer at some point in my existence. So, I harbor no ill will towards the girls. I hope that somewhere, in some laboratory, lefty is helping the cause… to find a cure. Or at least, to make the treatments better and to allow us to live longer, better quality lives with this disease.

And as for you two…”Thelma & Louise”. I’m still learning to get used to you. You are NOTHING like your predecessors. In fact, at times you feel like sand bags on my chest. I’m hopeful that in time you get more comfortable with me, and I with you. You are missing some key parts, and are covered in scars. But this December, I hope to rectify that. I know that people say scars show that you were stronger than what tried to hurt you, and that we should be proud of them… like a warrior. Well… I don’t need a scar to remind me of the war I’ve been through. It’s imprinted on my brain and in my heart. I want to see something beautiful instead. A reminder of how I was. A chance to feel whole again. So, get ready T & L for a kick arse tattoo, with flowers, and colors, and beauty. Oh… and it may be a wee bit painful too… but you just need to suck it up, buttercup. It is the price you have to pay.

I’m sure our journey will probably be a “bumpy (lumpy)” one, so I will try to be patient with you. If you can return the favor, that would be greatly appreciated. I promise to take as good a care of you as I did the “girls”. If you can promise to try NOT to kill me.

Let’s attempt to make this chapter in our “life book” a good one.

To be continued…



  • Seal Cove, Maine


  • Breast Cancer

Primary Treatment

  • Chemotherapy

Primary Cancer Center

  • Other


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