A Ribbon of Red Amongst the Constant Black
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It's been a week since my operation. My boob is still massive, tight and swollen but now its size matches the other 'normal' breast.
It's the little victories that now matter the most, begin able to tie up my hair, being able to open a jar of jam with my right hand, stretching, not needing pain killers and then there is the stuff I miss, sleeping…
When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
with a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
and satin candles, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired
and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
and run my stick along the public railings
and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall…
