Party

My next door neighbour, J is helping me plan a 'bye bye boobie party' (her idea and title) before my surgery which will be on the 18th of January. Now, not being a party animal, I'm not sure who to invite, or how much fun this will actually be, but hey, any excuse for a knees up - (read - booze up) in J's book.



J has been a brave girl, having recently undergone massive surgery to pin and mend her leg which she broke in a trazillion places when she cricked her ankle on a pimple in the path whilst walking her dog on holiday in sunny Somerset. It was just a little trip, and I don't think she could have done more damage if she'd accidentally fallen off the top of a double decker bus, but in her long, painful, swollen, itchy and often hot recovery, has she complained? Has she bog-roll! That's not like me at all. There have been times of coping admirably, if I say so myself, but at other times I could have won a competition whinging for Britain, so goodness only knows what I'll be like after my op. 



I've never been to one before, so I'm asking myself, what makes a boob send off successful? Well, cake, obviously, and several bottles of wine, I shouldn't wonder, between a bunch of girlfriends ready and willing to see the funny side of flatchestedness. Don't knock it, I mean, for the first time in yonks I'll be able to run for a bus without grabbing my bouncing puppies; won't have to worry about growing old and eventually tripping over a pair of sadly sagging mammaries, and no more mammograms - yaay!!!  



Nuts! and other nibbles, (whoops! nearly wrote nipples) are always welcome, but would champagne be over the top? I don't think it would be, after all, my boys deserve a good send off - they've been wonderful assets over the years, and if truth be told, aside from the general merriment of the planned occasion, I'm going to miss them. I quite like them, actually, and besides, whatever your age, you can get quite sensitive about having bits of your body removed. On second thoughts, I'll save the champers for after...



When I told my mum I'd decided to have both boobs off she said, 'Well, I think that's a very good idea. I mean, we don't really need them at our age, do we?' And I thought, wellll.... like, I'm not the same age as you, Mum... But I didn't say it. I'm not sure she'd be overly keen on losing her boobs, either, but I'm glad she saw having both off as a positive thing. 



I was / am very grateful for all the helpful and considerate comments on my 'Results 2' post. It really helped me think things through, so thanks for all those thoughts. I feel a lot more positive now I know what I'm doing. 



So after Christmas, I'll probably have my 'bye bye boobie party', as J suggests, but then it's back on the straight and narrow with a sensible and healthy diet. Might even down the odd glass of carrot juice. Umm ... Maybe not. 



May the coming year bring peace for all. 

My very best wishes,



And cheers!



Bee x