Sunday, October 26, 2014

Ta-Ta's, Tattoos, and the Twisted Trip to Now...Brave is Beautiful....

The water was muddy...glistening...flirting with me in the sunset....and I kicked my feet and made it splash....delightfully cold against my bare toes, splattering up my shins....and I suddenly wanted to reach over and grab his hand and fall into the lake, face first, together....
and come up dripping and dirty and drenched and laughing.  I wanted the rheumy waves, the cold shock of the water to rinse over us....to cleanse us of the news...

But I just held his hand.  My battered and blue breast clinging to my chest for another day out at the park, another picnic...another memory...before they were gone.  Before I was butchered.  Before I gave them up to save my life...Before my life changed...forever....Before I lived....

Days and Months went by, blurred by stainless steel tables, good news, bad news, needles, pills, bandages, Fear....the stuff that makes you weak at your knees, but so frickin' strong.... And I kept holding his hand, stretching, reaching, splashing my toes in the water....feelin'  Mother Nature's healing powers... Basking in her warm arms... listening to her stories in the wind...her strength in the silence....

And I believed.  In Me.  In the powers of Ma Earth.  In love.  In my amazing team of Doctors.  In my incredible Sisters before me.

This is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, Girls.  Get your mammograms done.  Get ultrasounds if you have a family history, Get spittin'.  This is your life.  Fight for it!

*Photo taken by my Hippie Love, Ray....marking this journey with my new Tattoos, on my new Ta-Ta's and still under the protective blanket of Ma Nature, a Team of Great Doctors, and the sweet, sweet love of an unbroken circle. 10 months post bilateral total mastectomys. 5 months post reconstructive breast replacement.  3 weeks post new nipple tattoos.   Living, loving, learning everyday*

*Driftwood courtesy of our beautiful river*