Hit Me With Your Chest Shot

The effects of the core biopsy have left my boobs swollen, tender and beautiful shades of black n blue. I feel like they have taken on a life of their own. They are no longer mine. They're there for others to look at, poke n prod, and later discuss with others. But it's ok. They're still mine and every doctor thus far has been caring and I do not leave their offices feeling down. When I get a glimpse at the multi-plum-colored melons, I remember that I'm lucky to be getting treated and this will all be a thing of the past.