Last Thursday I went up to see Dr Grasee for my pre-op appointment. It was really pretty uneventful, and there were no changes in the plan so we’re still on for Thursday, August 14th for the expander placement surgery. August 14th also happens to be my one year chemoversary, so it’s like I’m celebrating my chemoversary by getting a new boob—or at least the start of one. And, when I told Susie the date, she said, “That’s Norm’s birthday—-you’re getting a boob for Norm’s birthday! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!”
I cannot wait. Being a uniboober is just such a pain sometimes, most especially during swimsuit season. I thought the mastectomy camisoles & bras were dowdy, but hey, at least they’re under other clothes. Not so with the ginormous, blue flower print, high necked, baggy, garments that scream, “Hi, my name’s Opal and my favorite pastimes are shuffleboard, canasta, and wearing clip-on sunglasses.”
I hadn’t even been to the pool until last week, and since I’d hadn’t invested in one of those beauties, I had to resort to pinning The Foob into my tankini top. Rest assured, he was not happy. Especially when he found out that not only were we NOT going to the Riviera, but that he would be pinned into a regular swim suit. “Zee Foob must have zee special suit for zee swimming,” he said in his snotty, fake French accent. “Well then,” I replied, “The Foob needs to get himzelf a J-O-B, because those things are nearly as expensive as they are ugly.” And so, I didn’t get a special foob-approved suit, planning to just make due. After all, summer is winding down, and next year I won’t be lopsided.
Then we decided to try to squeeze in a trip to Holiday World before my surgery. I love Holiday World, and my favorite part is the water park. It has really big water slides, and in my mind’s eye I could envision a day of shooting down the various tubes and funnels before landing with a high speed splash in the pool at the bottom. Unfortunately, I could also envision going to lost and found to see if anyone had turned in a foob because mine shot off somewhere between the top and bottom of the Zinga.
So, I decided maybe I needed to break down and get a real mastectomy suit. All I really need is a top, but of course Opal doesn’t like those new-fangled tankinis, so most of the options are one piece. I know some of you probably think I’m exaggerating when I say these things are ugly, so I thought we’d have a little fashion show.
First, we have the classic skirted bottom suit. The neck comes up to your chin, and it comes in blue, blue or blue, coordinating nicely with the target audience’s hair. This lovely suit can be yours for ONLY $80. Shuffleboard anyone?
Next, we have a suit that I’m pretty sure was constructed from recycled clogger clothes. It comes with foob pockets, but has enough ruffles that you could go completely foobless, or take your Chihuahua to the water park, and no one would even notice. Suggested retail price is $95, but the everyday low price at buttuglybooblessbathingsuits.com is ONLY $80. How DO they keep their prices so low?
Lastly, we have a sassy one-piece-masquerading-as-a-two-piece. Note the high waisted, girdle-like bottom, and the top with its hot tucked-in look that all the kids are wearing these days. The description says that this model even affords you the pleasure of wearing your own bra. I don’t know how many times I’ve been swimming and thought, “Gee, I wish I were wearing my bra under my swimsuit!” It comes in “moonlight garden sapphire and black” print, for ONLY $80.
Do you know how many iced caramellas I could get for $80? A whole stinkin’ lot, that’s how many. Good grief! I won’t pay $80 for a suit I LIKE, let alone one of those things. The good news is that Lands’ End does offer a decent selection of mastectomy suits that don’t make a person look like a polka-dot, ruffle infested, girdle-wearin’ freak. They also sell mix and match pieces, which is nice since I really only need the top. They’re not as expensive as those other ones, but I could still buy an awful lot of coffee for the price.