My boobs are party boobs
I had a double mastectomy in 2017. After mum was diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer, she had the option (seriously!!) of finding out if she carried the deadly BRCA gene that would mean she had a 50% chance of passing it on to her children.
Without knowing that we were carriers we would have a concerningly high risk on developing a bunch of cancers.
But luckily my mum did opt to find out, even though she was told it was not likely based on her family history.
Lots and early cancer deaths, but not the common BRCA ones.
Ovarian Cancer is known as the silent killer. The cancer had probably spread before it was treatable or even discovered.
https://news.cancerresearchuk.org/2008/11/21/ovarian-cancer-spotting-the-silent-killer/
When finding out she was BRCA 2, I went to get tested. Positive.
BRCA 2 mutation means much higher risk of getting breast, ovarian, pancreatic and prostrate cancers. Plus a load more.
https://www.google.com/search?q=brca+2+gene+mutation&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&hl=en-gb&client=safari
They told me not worry if I’ve passed it on to my baby daughter, hopefully by then she could take a pill and all be ok. A lovely hope. I wish for that to be true.
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Not for me though. I was advised that I would need both breasts removed as soon as I’d finished having children, and a hysterectomy when I was 35-40 years old.
These two operations would result in my risk being lower that the general population.
Okies.
I had a double mastectomy in January 2017, three years after my mum had died.
They first inserted the implants six months earlier, to give my body time to bond with the new boobs. I called that super boob summer. My normal summer dresses were ‘not very family friendly’ my lovely friend joked.
My pre appointment resulted in the person getting cross and said that I wasn’t taking the situation as serious as it was, and I was too blasé. I informed her that I had watched my beautiful mum being destroyed by cancer constantly fighting to survive just one more day. If I was being given an opportunity for a better chance then of course it’s a yes. She gave me a reassuring smile and signed the form.
My mum had been given three months to live, just before my wedding, and survived just shy of five years.
My mum was the most incredibly positive, brilliantly funny, super smart ray of sunshine who was just a joy to be around. She was, and always will be, my strength and inspiration. 🌿✨💞✨🌿
Surgery date was nearing so I decided to have a ‘bye bye boobie’ tapas meal with a group of lovely friends. The following day I was sent a video of my lovely friend’s daughter - her teddy was also having a bye bye boobie party. 🥳 🥰
Surgery went well and apart from walking down the corridor with my drip - unknowingly with my hospital gown tucked into my knickers. Luckily I was saved by my kind neighbour who coincidentally worked on the ward. 💞
Apart the most ‘beautiful’ bruises you could ever imagine (every shade of black-purple-blue) surgery went well.
A few weeks later and it was a good friends wedding in Ireland.
That’s when I discovered my awesome party trick.
If you shine a torch on to an implant boob. It lights up.
Not just a little bit- more like ‘you would actually stop traffic’ bright.
After finding a dark cupboard and torch, I had lots of people, including the groom’s mother and family, popping to see the magnificent glow!
Is this boob trick common knowledge?
Please let me know if you have implants, and if you have ever tried it!
Shine a torch to the side of your implant and take a photo.
It’s insane.
Shine brightly beautiful people
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