Friday, January 7, 2011
Now here's a dilemma—and a solution—that people who've never had breast cancer are unfamiliar with. This morning I was getting dressed and couldn't find my boobs. Fortunately I have several pairs, so I'm wearing my denim ones (home-made, need I say?) today. And later I found the ones I was looking for—mislaid in the wrong drawer. If I'm late for work, I wonder if I should say, "I was looking for my boobs." Or not.