Living Lopsided in a Symmetrical World

When I first saw the silicon breast shells that I had bought at My Secret mastectomy boutique on Manhattan’s Upper West Side for sale at Lord and Taylor, I was stunned. One of those shells—called in medical parlance a prosthesis—had been a secret part of my life for years, from the time I surrendered half of my right breast to a surgeon’s knife, an excision that helped to cure my cancer.

Clearly those silicon saucers were not a secret anymore. Women with perfectly good breasts were buying them to make their breasts look bigger. While I find that slightly off-putting—perhaps resenting that they have what I don’t but still are not satisfied—it’s great to have the company.

I wear my shell-like prosthesis to make my breasts appear to be the same size, or as close to the same size, as possible. Sometimes I run around boldly without it. But at other times when I’m without it, I become profoundly self-conscious, rounding my shoulders to keep from freaking other people out. In truth, however, I’m self-conscious about my body in general and a bad thigh day can send me to the same self-conscious place.

As regards my breast, I don’t have much choice. My arrogant breast surgeon declined to have a plastic surgeon in attendance when he tackled my cancer, reassuring me that I would not need reconstruction. How wrong he was. In addition to the vast amount of tissue he removed, he left me with a scar that begins under my right arm and sweeps under my breast, ending not far from my heart. Right after surgery came radiation therapy, which further altered the breast.

I’ve talked to doctors since then but have never settled on a good option. I fear an implant would interfere with the mammography reading. Reconstruction using tissue from another part of my body—my stomach, or behind my right shoulder blade—could compromise muscle function, and I’m unwilling to take that risk. Because the skin and tissue of my breast have been irradiated, it is an uncongenial place, as one breast surgeon told me, “to muck around in.”

So here I am with this crazy bosom. While my healthy breast has grown through the years, the other one seems smaller and smaller by comparison. Because of the radiation it will never grow again. The asymmetry defies nature, not to mention the relentless images of breast beauty all around us. But it’s my asymmetry. It’s my record of things past. It keeps me from getting too cocky, too comfortable here, too caught up in the small things to forget the big picture.

It also reminds me of how truly miraculous the body is. It can give up a part of itself—a tender, sweet, beloved part of itself—and soldier on. Its spirit is indomitable. And when you come right down to it, that spirit is the human spirit–something else I’m reminded of every day.

Photo from Flickr user Margaret Anne Clark under Creative Commons 2.0.

Comments

  1. Thanks, Angela for coming out about post surgical/radiation breasts! I, too, have irregular breasts from cancer surgery and an attempt to make the right (healthy) "match" the left. Combine that with radiation and I have dents, inversion, differing nipple sizes and sadly, a real change in sensation on both breasts. And I did have a plastic surgeon the second time I had surgery! It is hard to talk about, but you did-and I am not surprised because I know your courage!

  2. Angela, how beautifully you expressed yourself. You put things in perspective for so many of us. Most of us are very sensitive about our breasts & want them to be perfect again but I'm afraid that doesn't seem possible after double mastectomies. I have to remind myself that even my old breasts were quite perfect so I need to balance my expectations with reality.

  3. A recent blog post of mine: http://accidentalamazon.com/blog/2011/03/09/under

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