He actually explicitly told me I was not allowed to post pictures of my foobs online.
Apparently he's noticed that I have no problem showing them to anyone that asks. OK. Maybe they don't ask. Maybe I offer to show them. But I know they WANT to ask... because why wouldn't they?!?! Foobs are FASCINATING! Admit it. Right now you're thinking "I am kind of curious to see what they look like."
Point is that I'm semi-obsessed with my foobs.
That obsession is lessening over time... very, veeerrrrrry slowly. But, on top of that obsession, cancer also has removed any and all prudishness I might have once laid claim to. So obsession + no modesty = lots of people seeing your foobs.
You think having a baby makes you less prudish because you have, like, 10 people in a small room staring at your vagina waiting to see what comes out? Well wait until you get cancer and spend MONTHS whipping your boobs out for people to see. Suddenly, boobs are no longer sexual, they're a science experiment.
So now I like to joke that cancer has another, lesser known side effect... complete decimation of any and all semblance of modesty. They should list that on those medical websites. "Surgeon General's Warning: Breast Cancer causes intense desire to invite everyone (including strangers) to look at and possibly even feel your boobs."
I definitely didn't read about that in any of those flyers they leave laying around the Breast Clinic.
For those of you that know a survivor... consider yourself warned. You might stop by for a quick visit and walk away having seen more than you ever expected!