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Boob Voyage
In a couple of days the natural breasts I’ve spent a lifetime with will be gone. It feels like an enormous wall I can’t see past. But I’ve talked to people on the other side and they assure me life is good there.
Last night I had a party that I will remember for the rest of my life. My friends gathered to help me say goodbye to my bits, but it even though there were some emotional moments, it was a celebration rather than a funeral and the night was filled with laughter, music, dancing, food and far too many hurricanes. It was everything I had hoped it would be and far more.
Late in the evening I gave paint and paintbrushes to my friends and asked them to paint my body. They did that and more. I will be finding sequins and glitter around the house for years to come, I’m sure. Even though there was much laughter, it felt like a communion. It’s hard to describe the feeling. Aside from the tactile sensations of soft brushes, cool, wet paint and fingers pressing sequins to skin, there was also a palpable energy that flowed between us. It was love made colorful. I’m crying as I write this. But it’s not tears of sadness.
Thank you, my dear friends. I love you more than I can express.
What an amazing night. Eva you truly know how to put on a party.
You now know how many hearts are with you on this trip.
I had my knee removed and replaced with metal. I had my child’s breast reconstructed. I was with my husband gave up part of himself so I would not have to worry about additional pregnancy. You got me thinking how much our body parts mean to our souls. They are us and when gone, a part of us dies.
But, and I mean but, Eva you need to know that I did not die; I grew two new branches. These were branches of strength, love, wisdom and a new look at me. The journey was hard with so many natural emotions, and the outcome was good with lots of wonderful newness.
Be sad, be scared, and then always look to the goodness.
Love, travel safe and look for my messages.
Marlene
Marlene, thank you. I know no one escapes without dealing with loss and grief. It’s part of life. I’ve been very lucky. And I’m still lucky, even with this. I’m especially grateful to my friends. Love is the best mind altering substance there is. Don’t tell the government. They might outlaw it.
Thank you for your support of your freind.. we all need support and love…
Prayers for her future
Lez & Loretta