36D so what - is that all that you've got?

Awards given to the first person to tell me where I got the title of this post from.
No googling - I'll be able to tell.

Anyway, you might recall me discussing the state of my breasts on this blog in the past. I have a mass in my right breast, it's not cancer, it's not a cyst, it's just a big lump of breast tissue sitting in the wrong place, giving me an assymetry which is neither attractive nor desirable to anyone.

There are other issues too, but I won't bore you with the details.

Periodically, I fork out a fortune to go and see a surgeon to discuss my options. The last time I went I saw a doctor who said he was going to perform a horrible operation that involved cutting my nipples off and placing them in saline while he removed a lot of tissue and then repositioned them - the prospect wasn't appealing to me at all, not to mention the risk of losing them altogether was too high for me to consider it.

Anyway, last Thursday I went to see another doctor. He was extremely - umm - well he oozed credibility and compassion. He indicated that the previous advice I was given was (he asked the name of the doctor, thought carefully, and said 'that would be quite um, conservative an approach' - you know there's a club and they don't ever criticise one another, like the police).

So I'm going to do it. In October. I've cancelled a girl's weekend in Surfers for our combined 40th birthdays in November for it - and I'm as scared as anything.

So, new boobs for my 40th! What a great present.