Over the last week, ive been thinking about what i would like to say to my surgeon... a man of few words... which I hope is a good thing when I go under the knife

Ive written him a letter, but don't know whether i'll give it to him

Dear Mr. A

Today my breasts are in your hands

Although you have written on my notes ‘abnormally large breasts’ they have been my trademark for the last 40 years.

I can fill 2 sides of A4 paper with my ‘boob’ related nicknames, and I have been both taunted and complimented throughout my life 

I have always had to spend the equivalent of the national debt on good fitting bra’s, and being a size 20 top and size 16 bottom is a bit tricky when buying dresses

 

But even after all of this time, I have never wished to change them

I have been fortunate enough to have led a rich and colourful life so far

 

They have comforted lovers, husbands and babies.

They have caught crumbs while eating and watching TV

They have cushioned my landings when falling off my motor bike

I just want you to understand that they are a very important part of Me

 

Today you will change them for the rest of my life, and I worry that I will resemble the bride of Frankenstein, and have so many drains in situ that I will look like badly installed plumbing.

I worry that I will not be able to hug my husband and my sons for a long time

 

All I ask is that I enter your operating theatre as a breast cancer sufferer and leave it as a breast cancer survivor and that you will make sure that my dignity is preserved when I won’t be awake to observe it.