Last August, I had a "left breast ductoscopy with major ductal excision" otherwise known as hooter surgery. At the time, my surgeon assured me that my boob-- which I began affectionately referring to as Frankentit-- would eventually bounce back into shape. After several months of little or no bouncing, I was beginning to lose faith. Yesterday, however, I noticed during my shower that the little bugger is back to her old self. It is, indeed, a Christmas miracle.
Of course, my remaining areola scar makes me look like I've been in a lesbian bar fight, but I'm hoping that will be gone in a few months. An Easter miracle, perhaps?
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