It’s crazy to think my prophylactic mastectomy was over a thousand days ago. 1096 to be exact. In many ways it seems even longer, in others less. But no longer does it feel “like yesterday.” Thoughts of surgeries, boobs, and implants are generally reserved for when I’m talking with someone facing a similar situation. Not my everyday normal. And that’s delightful. 

3 years later I have no regrets. Everything from my surgery is healed. I’m healthy and happy, and more than anything grateful. I’ve only seen doctors for planned, preventive visits for over a year. I’m busy with work, grad school, family, and friends. What more could a girl want?

I didn’t want this day to pass without acknowledging it, but rather boring I know I am. And I wouldn’t have it any other way!