Boobs, Bras and 2nd Chemo

Had my clinic appointment last week, lovely consultant not like the dour one I saw before... this one had a sense of humour and wait for it she smiled and answered questions. I have booked her for the next clinic!. Had my second Epi last week, but god the cold cap seemed colder this time, well for 10 minutes. The Bart Port worked a treat, although it was still a little tender but the joy of being able to do something with my hands, no canula and no bruises. So far I have had very few side effects, unlike the poor lady who was having the same treatment as me and was really suffering, I felt really guilty. My brain does struggle with the concept of the chemicals doing their stuff and yet I look and feel healthly. Apart from a little queasiness and feeling a bit tired, I feel fine and have been able to work on and off - I know, I hear you say why bother, rest - but it protects my sick pay for a bit longer and I feel OK - it won't last forever. Am starting to feel a little absent minded, scrap that - I am being absent minded - no its not old age. On Friday I visited the lovely breast care nurse to be fitted for my false boob and took along a "normal bra" for the fitting. So when I am dressed it looks like a boob, suppose it feels like a boob, but lets be honest it doesn't behave like a boob - after all your real boob doesn't leave your chest when you lean forward, your real boob doesn't slip, slide or play peek a boo! Anyway we decide that the next size up will be OK and I practise bopping, to much amusement - hey it moves unlike the pin cushion. So I have my boob with its instructions - dip it in the bath and towel dry to keep it clean - don't freeze it, tumble dry it, stick it in the dishwasher etc or let the dog chew it - my dog would run a mile. Off I trot to do some shopping, all is going well until the bread aisle in Tesco when I need to lean forward and gravity does its thing, it didn't fall out but definitely decided it wanted to see the outside world. I spent the next 15 minutes of shopping clutching my chest and fiddling with my boob as unobtrusively as I could, at the checkout I was convinced a hand was going the land on my shoulder and ask what I had secreted about my person. My boob and I are becoming good friends, I keep it clean and place it carefully in its box each night and it makes me look like I have 2 boobs and not one. My boob and I are off to Dusseldorf and Bruges this weekend, I have even bought my boob some new bras with pockets so that it knows its place and stays there. Bugger I suppose that means I need to pack the bloody box for it too!! The problem is you get used to it being there, you almost forget it and then it reminds you of its existence - especially when you lean forward and your boob decides to go south! - double sided tape anyone :)))) Have fun all Love Carol xx