IMG_1587My chest is obsolete,

The B cup mass a cheat,

The stitching neat,

A tuck, a pleat,

Yet halter tops still sweet…

I know it was just meat,

And cancer’s not a treat,

The boob delete,

Survive, compete,

So am I incomplete?

I entered a competition with this poem, the topic was obsolete and whist the feedback was good, I think the angle was not what had been anticipated.

Reconstruction is always a tricky one, it nearly killed me (a closer call than the cancer actually, twice…) -nothing like a nurse running to theatre with your bed (despite my having just eaten a bowl of Crunchy Nut Cornflakes) to make you glad to be alive!

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