I may not meet the exact definition of svelte ... yet ... or perhaps ever ... but it makes a nice tag line.
"Svelte means slender. It's used to describe people, not things, and it implies a certain elegance. You might say that a middle-aged woman who had kept a svelte figure could still pass for a sixteen-year-old girl."
I loved it when Oldest Son asked me on the phone Monday night "Do you feel different?" That is really the perfect question, isn't it? No, I do not feel different. I am the same me just without breasts.
I do, however, have a new normal to adjust to over the next few months. Right now there are still unknowns. My journey in my new body began Monday afternoon. I will take each day, each week and each month until living breast free is part of my being.
I have made choices to reduce procedures, side effects, complications and cancer re-occurrences. I am hoping these choices play out as intended.
Day 3 Post-Surgery: I am home. I am mobile and doing arm exercises. I would say I am more sore than in pain.
Commuter Husband is doing great job helping with my drains. The left side has very little drainage but the right side is still producing quite a bit of fluid. I am heading to specialty store today to hopefully get a more comfortable camisole that will hold the drains. No showers or baths while I have these drains. That is a total ugh.