simply unveiling... when my robe was opened in the recovery room to unveil my mastectomy i was met by these bows. i was told that a breast surgeons wife had designed these surgical bras. an effort to wrap this invasive, breathtaking experience in something delicate i suppose.
i remember the morning i went next door to my sisters apartment and asked her to photograph/document my "bridges, drains and bows". i specifically asked her not to include my face in any of the photos. i don't regret that request. on many levels i am sure i was protecting myself. as long as i didn't see my eyes, my telling eyes, i was safe. i wasn't denying that i was involded in this event, this journey, this hike into often dark hills. but as long as i didn't witness myself "in it" i could keep treading without seeing the fear looking back at me.
i threw the bra away several months after surgery. in an effort to be pratical. embrace the over-and-doneness of it all. i do, however, regret this- for as i reflect- it was an object wrapped in curious metaphors.
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