I am put to sleep by the anesthesiologist. When I wake up, I will have one less body part.
I open my eyes and see the site where the drains were inserted.
There it is.
The drains are laced in between the flower petals I have tattooed neatly on my skin. I am grateful to my surgeon, and think "That must have been fun for her".
That's what I've learned.
When you are 25 and diagnosed with breast cancer it isn't a tragedy, it's a spectacle
