A month ago today I was probably at the sewing up stage after a successful bilateral mastectomy. 

I can't quite believe that is true. If you saw me on the street you wouldn't know (unless you caught sight of the hideous bra they're making me wear for another two weeks). Sean and my parents have practically forgotten that I had surgery. If fact, if you saw me naked in the pool changing rooms you probably wouldn't know...unless you stared directly at my nipples...and that would be a bit strange. 

Talking about swimming...I just had a call from the physio. 
I have to wait til the 6 weeks mark until I can do any real exercise, not what I was hoping for as I'm quite fed up of this sedentary lifestyle. 
I may be taking that advice with a pinch of salt and partaking in some gentle swimming...I think, seems as she was asking if I still had to bring my head down to my toothbrush (?), I may be recovering a little faster than average and I don't see how 10mins of very slow breaststroke can do any harm...I spend that long drying my hair and that is far more exhausting! 

So the one month anniversary of my new boobs has been completely uneventful, in fact if the physio didn't call it would have passed by unnoticed!

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