Weird and Random Renee Thoughts…

I am absolutely in love with the word ‘foobys’ right now! Get it? Fake Boobs!! Ha isn’t it a wonderful ‘Renee’ word? I used to make words up all the time as a kid. This is right up my alley.

I am in a Facebook group for the BRCA1 and BRCA2 people. Many women on there had the pre-mastectomy/reconstruction done to help lower their risk of breast cancer. They post pictures and updates of recovery and other challenges. One lady posted a picture of her breast tattoos. Yes, tattoos that cover her brand new foobys! I have NEVER been a fan of getting a tattoo (terrified of needles) but hers looks so beautiful and it hides that she no longer has nipples (I only have one left) I showed the picture to my hubby. He always told me that if I ever got a tattoo he would leave me. I used to joke around that I have an out. He  liked the idea and was so impressed. Now it is something I may consider down the road.

I was at a BBQ last weekend  visiting with a friend in her swimsuit and all I could do was stare at her breasts. Not in a creepy way, but in a ‘man I wish I had gone bigger way’. I sometimes regret that I stayed the same size. My plan was to never tell anyone about the cancer and surgery so the more ‘normal’ I looked the better. Of course it is too hard to hide the effects of chemotherapy. So much for keeping it to myself.

I went to the gym a couple of times last week and it felt wonderful to be moving on the treadmill. I wrote about how emotional it was. I have not been back since. Funny how life gets in the way. The ironic thing is I need to workout so I can keep my life. It keeps me moving, keeps my mental state stable and brings the focus back to getting revenge.

Last week I ate vegetarian for every meal during the week. I had real food on the weekend. I didn’t mind it at all and it was pretty simple. I liked trying to find ways to incorporate plant-based proteins into my meals. This week I don’t seem to care so much. I don’t know if it is the heat, or that I am fighting off a cold, or the lack of a good nights rest. I just don’t care and have been eating everything! Revenge on my body is hard!

Just when I think I am in control, I am not. Just when I think I have things/life figured out I am reminded that I don’t. I just have to find my new normal and run with it. Learning to embrace the journey of finding the new normal…..hmm.



  1. neveradullbling · August 19, 2016

    But if you get a tattoo on your fooby won’t it spring a leak? ;D

    I think you’re sounding pretty normal to me! Think back to last year pre cancer… some days you would _____ (fill in the blank), and some days you wouldn’t (although you were quite regular with your zumba because you taught it, :D).

    And now post cancer, some days you do _____, and some days you don’t. Seeee, totally normal. 😀

    And now lets think about when you were undergoing chemotherapy… how many days in a row did you work out? A pretty freaking impressive amount, that’s how many. That’s not normal, that’s discipline and determination. xoxo

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  2. ladieswholunchreviews · August 19, 2016

    I have a friend who’s had a double mastectomy and gets nipple tattoos every few years, I think it’s a vegetable dye or something that gets absorbed. We always tease about what color she’s going to pick this time! I’m probably going to be getting a right sided mastectomy, should know soon. See the plastic surgeon for a consult on Monday. Do you carry the BRCA gene? I just had genetic counseling and they are not going to do testing, felt nothing in my history warranted it. I’m glad you’re getting back to your new normal. xoxo

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