Yes – tantrum.
That’s what it felt like when I was standing in the Target dressing room stuck halfway in and out of a sports bra with very little range of motion, 2 months after my mastectomy.
I was on the edge between cursing and sobbing hysterically. I had gotten these other bras to prepare for my surgery – surely I was ahead of the game. So why didn’t they feel comfortable? What the actual?!
So there I sat, tangled in the pullover sports bra because I was being overly ambitious after feeling somewhat human for a week. I went through all of this… to end up here. Do I sit down on that little red peg of a stool and sob hysterically until someone finds me… or do I live the rest of my days here, in this tiny, 5×5′, red-walled room with one singular mirror to stare at my pathetic self in for eternity. My new home.