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Marvelous Mo’s Mom

walking the walkHumble….humble…humble.  M3 is in a pickle!  Since my last post on Social Consciousness and stopping the pain, I believe M3 has ruffled some parents’ feathers at Mo’s school; hopefully not irrevocably.  I can’t quite put my finger on it… but I felt a chill during our Mother’s Day Tea on Friday.   Not really sure why… but it existed.  For fear of sounding paranoid, I felt the need to clarify some things.  First and foremost, let me be clear, I do not think my child is perfect, nor do I think she is the only “victim” –as matter of fact after hearing about an event that happened yesterday during aftercare, I can attest that she isn’t.

Yesterday afternoon Fantabulous Amanda informed me that there was a kerfuffle on the playground and “someone was hurt” and somehow Mo’ was involved.  It seemed benign, as many details were lacking, during the first telling and Mo’ temporarily slithered away from the Mommy Inquisition. It wasn’t until this morning during my shift at the Hospital, when SuperHubs called me to tell me more about the incident as relayed by a concerned parent.  A sweet little girl had her hair pulled; a pony tail was pulled and A LOT hair was missing.  It was stated that Mo’ was involved but no one knew how; but that she may have been the one responsible for the extreme hair pulling.  No one was sure.  Several parents then met with the Principal this morning to discuss the supervision during after care and talked about the bullying on the playground. BRAVO, by the way, diligent parents.  SuperHubs and I wished that we  could’ve been there to voice our concerns and hear the other’s concerns.

Since we weren’t at this talkand many details were missing, I immediately came home from work and cornered Mo’ and asked her what happened.  She explained, ineloquently, that they were sitting on the playground, playing Truth or Dare and two children were “required to kiss” (holy shit… my heart was racing).  She then furthered on to tell me that all of the kids in the circle piled onto the sweet girl and her hair was pulled. Mo didn’t know how, or who did it.  “Did you pull that child’s hair?” I asked Mo’ directly and sternly. Mo’ was scared and nervous, and wasn’t exactly telling me everything. I could most certainly feel the half-truth.  Doubt immediately entered the building for sure.   Coming to the realization that your child has hurt another child, and wasn’t being forthright about it, is a very hard pill to swallow.  But swallow, I did.  Gulp.  She cried, wiggled, and paced, telling me that “everyone was blaming her, and she was innocent.”  Red Flag #2.

Now I know that when there is smoke there is a fire, and if “all the kids” were hinting that she hurt this child, then there may be some truth to it [in some capacity].   How do you teach your child that if she was involved in something, in a limited capacity, by proximity, by omission, and/or by direct aggressions she needs to apologize and accept FULL responsibility for that pain?  I’m not quite sure, as fleshing out the truth from ANY 8 year old child is difficult, how Mo’ was involved – BUT I am positive that she was involved.

So here is what we do… [M3 walking the walk]  Mo was told that under no uncertain terms should she be jacking around on the playground.  She will be writing an apology letter to the child who was hurt, the child’s parents were called and apologized to by us (M3 and SuperHubs) for the wrong doing, and the delay in discovering our child’s culpability.  Mo’ was additionally advised, heretofore, that NO ONE should be kissing or playing Truth or Dare.  No touching period should be going on.  Full Stop.

Our dilemma.  None.  We discovered that our child was involved in hurting another child. Fix it. Teach our child right from wrong is our first responsibility; let other parents know that were are involved directly in righting that wrong and are concerned with ALL THE CHILDREN’S WELFARE.

There are some parents who read what I wrote and believe that I’m just pointing fingers. Nope.  I am trying to bring solution to the problem.  Kids are running amuck and up to silliness. They say and do things that hurt – even MINE. We as parents have only been concentrating on how our child is the victim and not paying attention to where the smoke is coming from, especially if it rises from our own house.  I stated in my last post that we need to teach our child to admit when wrong. To apologize when there is pain and we are the cause; to collaborate [amicably] as parents, teachers, and leaders to fix the problem of bullying.  I did not mean in everyone else’s house, but mine.

Mo’ has been punished. Mo’ has been taught that we don’t hurt, and if we do hurt (if even by accident) we still accept responsibility and make it right – until correction is no longer warranted.  We walk with our head held high, and behave as if we have sense (as a leader, not lacking compassion, and with love for everyone).  I am very thankful to the parents’ of this little girl for being understanding, reaching out peacefully, and having an open heart when we called them and stated “we think our child was involved in hurting your child and we want to make it right”.

What a day at the M3 household.  I now must go and sit back and watch our child “live with the result” of being in the wrong.  Hopefully this will be a lesson she will never forget.

Yo M3 Fans!  This morning has been a tipping point for me.  Perhaps even for Mo’.  I’ll explain why.

Today is Orange Day at school.  They are celebrating “Fairness” Month.  They get to jump out of their uniforms for the day and wear whatever they want to celebrate “Fairness”. Learning what they are celebrating and the struggle I had with Mo’ & getting her dressed has pissed me off!!

Essentially, Mo’ couldn’t or wouldn’t select an outfit [brand new] from her drawers/closet because wearing said outfit to school would cause the kids to call her “fat” and make fun of her.  She spent 30 minutes crying and citing separate instances dating as far back as a year ago, where little shits told her to diet, said she was “fat”, “blubber”, and needed to stop eating.  The outfit that she wants to wear are sweat pants that are size 12, she is eight, and that will hide her body because the pants are so big.  She literally pulls the waistline way up high, and the pants hang down an inch and half past her feet.   OK.  Where does a mom grab a learning point in this scenario?

How do I help Mo’ realize how blasting beautiful she is?  How do I teach her confidence, leadership, strength, resilience, and hope?  How to walk away from the noise and celebrate her strengths?  Typically, I do not tolerate such intolerance (poetic huh?).  I will usually voice when people breed hate – directly to the source (the parents).  Sometimes, I try to communicate to Morgan that people say and do things that don’t make sense.  Hate doesn’t make sense.  But that for one to change or hide who they are gives the hate more power.   To take it’s power she needs to be exactly who she is; she purchased those clothes because she liked the sequins, the colours, the shape, and loved how she looked in them.  The old saying of look good, feel good is quickly falling from my hands if these girls and boys at Marvelous Mo’s school don’t realize that words hurt, and that no one is perfect – that she is BEAUTIFUL.  If they knew what it meant to call a girl, with eight year old fluff, “fat” would they stop?  I don’t know.

I do know that I am mother fucking pissed.  I stood in Mo’s room this AM with my shirt off, scars, and things that people “stare” at, and felt compelled to tell her that it takes strength and power to come out against what appears “normal”.   That I, especially, can’t hide from what lies under my clothes.  My tattoos, my scars, no nipples, gray hair, cellulite, replaced knees, crooked nose, and freckled face tell my story, and only my true friends who love because of those attributes get to hear it and even participate in my story. What a reward for loving me!   I try to teach Mo’ to love others, in spite of their words.  She hasn’t walked in their shoes to know where the beliefs originate; pray for the stupid, unknowing, and innocent?  How do I apply this concept with this instance?

I have to say that at times Mo’ looks at me as if I am speaking Russian.  There are avenues of emotions that we can’t relate.  There are things that Mo’ says that I have never related to. We are different. We think differently. We emote differently.  It wasn’t until about a year ago that I realized that she thinks and acts like SuperHubs. They are identical.  That realization was like the secret to the universe.  It helped me see where SuperHubs was coming from as I would think of Mo’s struggles.  Their striking similarities granted me the time to step back and say “he thinks I’m speaking Russian,” and ratchet it down a notch; same goes with communication struggles I’ve had with Mo’.  So this AM, I had SuperHubs come in and help de-escalate the situation.  The words he said to her hurt… Me.

SuperHubs imparted that he was called the same thing his whole life.  That she is built exactly like he is and that kids and parents would stare and say the same thing to him. He hated his clothes; how they looked on him.  I was shocked.  He is so confidant. He never speaks of this.  But he imparted his pain, and how he could relate and empathize and sympathize with her struggle.  He then recapped “what mommy is trying to teach” and that “it doesn’t happen over night”.    We don’t hide ourselves because of prejudice and ignorance.  Mo’ then said “Mommy’s way is lonely.”  Mother-stinkin’-fuckers!

Why does it have to be this way?  I know that I teach my kids how to be fair and kind and loving.  About a year ago Mo’ and ‘Ox were in a convenience store with me.  A young man walked in who had obviously been in a fire at some point in his life.  His entire face was missing and scarred.  He was a beautiful survivor; however, I still had a rapid heart rate as this was the time mommy had to step to the plate and actively teach my children.  I had a 7 and 4 year old.  They were going to see this man and they were going to stare.   This man sauntered across the store with confidence and a stride that was empowering.  I, with a normal voice which could be heard by all, delivered sternly

M3: “Do not stare at the young man like that.  He is beautiful.  He probably has an interesting story as to why he looks like that…  Quit staring ‘Ox.  It isn’t nice.  His blood is the same color as yours.”  That last phrase, ‘Ox turned his head to me and said… “it is?”   M3:  ”Yes, son.  And he feels the same pain that you do when people stare and embarrass you.  How would that make you feel?”  ‘Ox:  “Not good.”   M3:  “Great. Then let’s get out of here and go to the park.”  Done.

If we don’t teach our children that different DOES NOT MEAN LESSER we are going to have this prejudice, hate, and pain entrenching itself in further generations, just as it has since SuperHubs was a child up to Mo’s youth.  We should make our child write apology notes when it is disclosed that pain was derived from their words.  That we say “sorry” when we hurt.  Or how about “Don’t fucking hurt people!”; acknowledge our actions that caused pain and suffering. We need, no must, have a social consciousness for this to evolve.  The onus lies on the parents, teachers, and leaders to impart and reinforce these lessons!  No man is an island.

Stop pain and suffering. Stop the hate. Stop the shit.  Xoxo M3

intolerance intrigued

 

Marvelous Mo’ and I went to the Philadelphia Art Museum yesterday with her class.  Here is an excellent picture of a girl just wanting answers and assessing what has happened in the past when a different man wasn’t tolerated.

Missed Ya'll....

Missed Ya’ll….

M3 Fans….. I’m BAAACK!!!   So I apologize for not writing sooner.  Since our family trip to Disney, it has taken me some time to sort through emotions, get back in my busy groove, go back to work, and be a mommy again to my lil’ ones Mo’ and ‘Ox.

Formalities, please.  Since my bilateral mastectomy on February 27, 2013 I have had so many visitors, emails, texts, and just plain thoughts/vibes of love from so many people.  Some of you I know.   Some of you I don’t.  Both subsets of love are equally, overwhelmingly thoughtful.  Here’s M3’s dilemma… Some of them I don’t remember.  People visited and the medications literally caused it all to be a blur.  And unfortunately, SuperHubs didn’t help me keep a list for Thank You cards, so I may reciprocate the love – I’m old school, get over it!  To his credit, I think since I was a walkie-talkie… He thought I had my thoughts about me, but alas I remember very little. SOOOOOO… I am formally, informally , right this instance, extending love and “Thank You” to ALL of yous guys!

I am doing fantastic.  Started training this afternoon, will start running tomorrow and prepare for my half marathon in June with my BFF.  Comically, we will be in Mexico for a week prior… so we may crawl across that line… but that’s what friends do, we drag and pull the other through the tough times – and git ‘er done!

The reason I first mentioned I’ve been spending time “sorting through emotions”, I believe that I have experienced a pivotal shift in the way I process things while visiting with my family.  Let me first impart, my family and I do not get together in mass often; so to have my brother Iggy and my sister Sissy with my motley crew of SuperHubs, Marvelous Mo’ and Ox, it was overwhelming, and initially anxiety ridden.  Additionally, my sister has just started advancing in a relationship with a man who is recently divorced (as is she) and he has two daughters.  I believe these girls are good (no, awesome in nature); however, they really see my sister as a threat to their former familial harmony.  And Daddy’s girls get jealous. My sister does not have children, so to now pop into some childrens’ lives in their teens (missing the development of their personalities, quirks, idiosyncrasies, and how they personally express their love), it is DIFFICULT.

After arriving in Florida, a two day trek with two kids and three adults [SuperHubs was driving, what can I say].  We made the trip in one day on our way back [I drove… that’s now all I have to say].  I was exhausted!  We were all exhausted.  I was also trying to stave off medication, and have my faculties about me.  I took a lot of naps, quiet times, meditation, and just plain suffering, but I made it through.  I think my family seeing me withdrawn and retreating to concentrate on self, was disconcerting.  Especially for my sister.  Additionally, the first couple of days, I struggled seeing what she was experiencing as a new “mom” or “parental figure”.

We had our first fight on day two.  It boils down to one thing, we were not seeing the other but concentrating on self.  Naturally, I think I would applaud that… however, when it breeds resentment and feelings of being misunderstood, underappreciated, and just plain ignored, it is then wrong.  So we needed to find a balance.   I worked to find a balance, and be engaged more in her life, her struggles, her excitement, her love, her family – and in turn, she in mine.

Now with Iggy, the poor chap has a 13 year old son.  Due to whatever circumstances, his son was not allowed to come and celebrate Disney with his father.  It literally broke my brother’s heart.  However, he never displayed a negative emotion or doted on the absence.  He participated and enjoyed life just as it was happening.  I think I’ve fallen in love with my brother, all over again.  When out of touch, and developing your own family, we truly miss how other’s have grown and developed as we age.  I think I caught up to speed with who Iggy is, and I am in awe.  He is a loving brother.  A comical brother.  A talented brother.  A patient uncle.  A loving DadtyAnd just plain fucking cool.

So this trip was pivotal, as stated.  I was able to see outside of me and “my suffering” and realize that life circulates all around me, and I need to appreciate with humility and softness that life is constant.  I don’t always have to be right.  I don’t always have to get my way.  I don’t always have to have recognition.  I don’t need anything from someone else, except… to see them; acknowledge them.  If I am only looking at my life, I miss the beauty of other’s lives.  And that is just plain sad – and a waste of life.  So my promise to me is to look past my scars, bruises, and blessings, and try to pay more attention to other’s scars, bruises, and blessings and celebrate life and its continuum.

I have truly been trying additionally to extend this to so many others in my life, who I bore resentments against.  For reasons that have either gotten embellished throughout time, or even really forgotten how they evolved (i.e., Who did what and to whom first).  Release it.  Forgiveness is an awesome gift one can give to yourself.  I forgive.  I love.  I am present. And I am trying to see all and be easy on myself, when I fail at that witnessing.  See what I mean about PIVOTAL?  I know … I know.. Sounds hokey.  But I truly believe it breeds health.  I would forever want to be considered positive, healthy, serene, and loving than something else that breeds negativity and is probably just a casting because I am not seeing other past my nose.  Everyone misses out.  So now… I’m watching ALL of you…. Big Sister Style!

Love.  Breathe.  And see other’s more than you see or think of self – it may reveal more about you that is pretty awesome!  Namaste, my friends.

UPDATE on Boobies:  Origin magazine is out this May.  Expanders come out in May; implants in… what size what size what size.  Getting stronger daily, and no medications! Please again, M3 fans, share your stories here… OR if you want I can post your stories (anonymously) so you can inspire others, as you have inspired me.

Maria Z. – I think daily of your mother!  I light a candle daily and whisper your names in the light!

New pictures from JoeLongoPhotography will happen soon, and you can see the ta-tas and how they actually don’t look that bad.

xoxo M3

Get rid of the Ego....

 

Kisses to everyone

March 21, 2013 (still I have 14 minutes to write this up).  Today has been a good day.  I practiced breathing.  I got out of bed (in spite of my not wanting to) and I went to the MD to have them put more fluid in the implants.  120mL was instilled in each, and boy did I feel it.

Dr. D. Singer of West Chester was awesome.  I asked him about the muscle pain running along the ribs (bilateral) and he said that I am just where I should be; as in this is where I really start to feel it.  After the MD visit, I came home cuddled on the couch for 2 mins and Joe Longo showed up (on time – it is my internal clock that is off).  We captured some more pictures and discussed the upcoming issue in Origin Magazine.  I have to write 200 words this weekend for going to press on Tuesday.  Not many words, but I think I’m up for the challenge.  So I will share some of those pictures from today with you all.

As an aside I think my breast look great.  They aren’t healed, and they look kind of crooked, but I’ve been assured by Singer and SuperHubs they look fabulous.  I feel very liberated sharing these with you guys.  I’m nervous about going to Florida and seeing my sister and her boyfriend (and his two teen daughters).  I don’t know why, but I’m sure that will lessen once I get some sun and the giggles start to pour out.

Thanks again for following me and keeping tabs on my daily progress.  I go back to work in two weeks and am stoked.  Can’t wait to get my hands back in the game of helping people through this period of their lives.  Amazing being a nurse.  Much love to you all.  Don’t forget to watch the video at the end.  (I kind of  LOVE vlogging while blogging).   xoxo M3

In the light...

I could relax a bit couldn't I?

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Feeling the light.

So I haven’t written in like two days.  I have however been in bed, feeling sorry for myself and sleeping.  OK Not really feeling sorry for myself, just plain feeling like crap.  We go to the MD tomorrow and he will be filling the breasts again.  Yay (If that sarcasm isn’t noted, shame on you).  Here is tonight’s video.  Maddox’s 5th birthday is tomorrow and I am so happy he is growing up into such an awesome lil’ man.  He truly is my heart.  Remember, Mo’ is the muse.  Great to have your bases covered.  Additionally, it appears that my story among other women will be covered in the magazine Origin.  I am honored.  Good night sweet peeps and wish me luck tomorrow.  Don’t forget to  check in and wish sweet Maddox PT a sweet 5th, he deserves it!  xoxo  M3

March 17th , 2013 – not much to report, really tired and have extreme nausea. Hope you enjoy the video that I am posting tonight. I love the family support I’ve had today to let me rest… I couldn’t imagine going through this without anyone … And there are people out there in that position. So I am humbled and am thinking of them! Have a good night!

I have been seriously thinking about this question since Joe Longo Photography came out to the farm, at my request, to capture photos of my body changes as I go through the bilateral total mastectomy (pre and post surgery).  Let me say friends, that it was much easier to show the breasts, scarred, bruised, stitched and with no nipples than it was to disrobe with boobies in their 40 year old state — hanging a smidge and not as ripe as they used to be pre-breast feeding and again 40 years.  My favorite joke to tell is that “before breast feeding Mo’ and  ’Ox for three plus years, I went from a 38DD to a 38Long”.  And that  my friends says enough.

My opinion even before this event in my life, is that breasts are for breastfeeding.  They are mammary glands .. as in we are mammals.  They are meant to assist in sustaining life for our offspring until they are able to eat food on their own.  I wholeheartedly believe this fact, and will not engage in any debates about this.  To try and capture pre-surgery breasts (“electively”), made me feel uncomfortable. I think this was attributed to this stupid social stigma that displaying breasts is corrupt and pornographic.  I was once asked to take Mo’ at the age of 1 month at a restaurant (even though my chest and her head were covered with a blanket) to the restroom to breast feed her as it was offensive.  Believe it or not folks, it is against the law in Pennsylvania to ask a woman to do that.  So I kindly told her to take her plate to the loo, consume her meal while sitting on the shitter, with the smell of piss and shite, and then report back to be the appropriateness of it – and heads up… I still won’t ever do it.

Now I know I wrote a post earlier about a worry I had about the act of sex perhaps changing should I not have a  nipple any more and sexual pleasure may be altered.  Guess what… that doesn’t change what breasts are made for (mammaries -mammals, remember) but women have the added bonus of getting sexual pleasure from the nipples being touched.  ALSO… it aids in vaginal secretions to assist in the motility of semen so we can get pregnant easier and the human race can grow and evolve.  All things around breasts, their sight, their sensations, and that they produce milk assist in the evolution of the human race.  So why the hell did I feel uncomfortable about having pictures taken of them? I don’t think I will ever know.. but I can tell you right now… I have no reservations to show ANYONE how they have changed,  and why.   I am forever changed.

I do think the story behind each picture that has thus far been taken are funny, so I’m gonna share some thoughts that went through my head during these two experiences — our next photo session is March 20th or 21st… so we can post some more funny pictures of this amazing experience.  Now on to the funny stuff … OK?

So let’s talk about the first session with the breasts intact.  I have known Joe longer than I’ve known my husband.  He is a GOOD friend.  He was married to another good friend.  I love them so much, they are family.  I don’t consider him a regular male, because of that “married to my friend” connect.  He might as well be gay (he is not) because he was married to the most outstandingly honest and humbled woman I have ever met, I felt comfortable showing him my body (as an aside, so too did SuperHubs).   Secondly, there is something about the camera being between me and him, as if he wasn’t there.  Lastly, with the first series we hurriedly tried to get the pictures done, before the kids came home from school or else I’m certain Mo- rumors would circulate that school “My mommy does porno”  by the next day’s lunch time.  Anywho… while standing their with a jacket/shirt on, I couldn’t help but feel the need to act as if I was being naughty.  Why?  Well, I think the first is because I don’t have cancer.  I’m sure if they were infested with Cancer that would’ve put a different spin on things, but I kept making jokes and facial expressions and dammit Joe was quick with the button and got all of ‘em.  So the first started out like this…

Modesty:

One good breast for another.

beautiful start….

Then I felt the need to cover my embarrassment by perhaps being sexy:

Trying to be sexy....

show it all M3 — jaysus

But then I was embarrassed at trying be sexy, because this is serious documentation ….  So we went for just the body and not the face — the face gets me in trouble.

Thank god, my face isn't in this one... beautiful picture and just what the series needed!

Thank god, my face isn’t in this one… beautiful picture and just what the series needed

With a failed attempt at trying not to show the face… I got a weird mouth shot and NO BREAST are even shown….

The ninnies aren't even shown... going for full effect... Sex and not public awareness... Why does this happen?

The ninnies aren’t even shown… going for full effect… Sex and not public awareness… Why does this happen?

This is when Joe then just had to comment “you  look like a librarian”… well that got the giggles going… I think this opened conversations at the pearly gates “hell or no hell”…

Why Joe had to mention this... just upped the be sexy-card ante a tad!

Why Joe had to mention this… just upped the be sexy-card ante a tad!

We then decided to change the shirt, so it could be easier to slip off.  Plus it was SuperHubs and I felt the need to have his smell and his presence during such an exposing time.  I do love my husband very much!

Think SuperHubs… Think SuperHubs!

Now this is where I got really seriously SILLY. I had just texted the nanny (Fantabulous Amanda) and asked her to give us 30 minutes before bringing the kids home.  Disconnected the call, looked at Joe and stated “Hurry, we don’t want the kids to see mommy doing porno!”  I admit this was  OUT OF LINE… and fucking Joe got it on film.  Great.  I’m now definitely going to hell.

It was a joke people, and Joe is quick with the clicker...

It was a joke people, and Joe is quick with the clicker…

Then we got serious… as I saw Joe was seriously quick with that clicker and I knew this was going global.   We started focusing on the mission and I lightened A LOT.

I was asked publicly on my site and FB to take this down as it was indecent...

I was asked publicly on my site and FB to take this down as it was indecent…

Ok maybe not that serious…. I think I was getting bored with the location, and that the front door was 4 feet away.  Kids were iminent and I still felt that this was more “sexual” than having a greater purpose of documenting my life.

I think I had a rebel yell....

I think I had a rebel yell….

Now it was time to get brave.  Nothing really has been seen, I’ve covered the ninnies appropriately and used humor to soften  my embarrassment of my body.

This is my favorite picture.

This is my favorite picture.

We  ended that day’s session with an excellent picture of breast, contentment and comfort.

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Comfort, purpose, and confidence. Joe wrapped up this session perfectly.

The surgery was February 27th, 2013.  Joe came to my home the day after I was released on March 3rd, 2013.   These pictures have changed my life.  And I love him.  I have no comments for each picture, because as I stated the first session left me with confused feelings of how not to make them “sexy” and purposeful.  And after the surgery it was all about showing the world what a bilateral total mastectomy is.  So here they all are.   Much love to you all M3 fans…. xoxo M3

A girl's gotta eat... my MIL was ensuring this -- no matter what! (and I love her for it)

A girl’s gotta eat… my MIL was ensuring this — no matter what! (and I love her for it)

Blessed at all times!
Blessed at all times!

This is what a total bilateral mastectomy looks like.
This is what a total bilateral mastectomy looks like.

I love me...
I love me…

my body is gorgeous with or without breasts.
my body is gorgeous with or without breasts.

Taking it face on.
Taking it face on.

No fear, in the light.

No fear, in the light.

 

Today is March 16, 2013 — I survived ugly day!   We have ups and downs, ebbs and flows, good and bad.  I get it.  Thank goodness I am on a good wave today!  Superhubs has been great!  I hope you enjoy the video.  New blog will be up shortly!  Thanks for following and sending your love!  xoxox M3

March 15, 2013 — Day 16 after the surgery.  No all peaches, cream  and roses for  me, and more tears than jokes.  Hope all are well, and that this post is useful for future mastectomy patients as every day is different.  Happy Friday!  xoxo, Carrissa

Happy March 14th!  What a great day to get the last drain out and have some fluid put into my little buds!  I feel like a woman!  Enjoy!  xoxo M3