
The Christmas After A Mastectomy.
Sep 4, 2018 · 3 min read
The drive to Nordstroms to meet with the plastic part fitter, I’m a mess. Want to go alone, but find no way of doing so. Butterfly is along, chatting happily from back seat, asking me random questions. “What are we doing after we go to the mall, Mom? Are we going back home? Is Sis going to be home by then?” Our college beauty-girl is coming home for Christmas break. I meet her at the airport tonight. She hasn’t been home in…


