Rave: Cancer Lesson #64 – It’s the Little Things That Matter
I bought some new bras this week.
No, the word “little” in the title is not a reflection of their size (though it would be accurate). And, yes, I realize that’s probably TMI for some of my readers.
You see, for the past year, nine months and 21 days, I’ve worn sports bras, camisoles or — and this was a big step forward — the sort of garment you’d buy a ten-year-old who’s outgrown her undershirts.
Everything else was uncomfortable and occasionally just plain painful. The kind of bras I wore in the past now felt like they’d been designed for the sole purpose of rubbing on my scars.
For those who don’t understand why this matters, I ask you to imagine wearing a big girl wardrobe over something that looks like this. Clearly, sports bras weren’t meant to be worn under a professional work wardrobe.
Things got better in March when I had what they call a revision, a process by which they remove the scarring and replace it with other soft tissue (read “fat”). That’s when I graduated to the training bras, which I could handle for a couple of hours at a time.
This week, however, I found two average looking soft cup bras that are actually comfortable.
Oh, they’re nothing exciting — no La Perla, or even Victoria’s Secret — yet it feels good to be able to wear something that’s comfortable, doesn’t look stupid under my clothing, and is even moderately pretty. Something feminine.
Maybe this doesn’t seem like a big deal — nothing compared to having survived cancer — and it isn’t. But cancer changed me, both physically and emotionally, and there’s no way of knowing which of these changes will be permanent. I’m happy because I thought I’d be wearing ugly undergarments for the rest of my life.
Being able to wear a regular bra again is a win. Even if it’s small as victories go, it’s still worth celebrating.
Make no mistake about it: little things matter.
Very nicely said. I agree it’s the little things. The other stuff is just “stuff” and sometimes there’s nothing you can do about it. Just roll with it.
It is (almost said “really is” lol) the little things that make us happy and rolling with the rest of it is the perfect way to approach the rest. Thanks, Dyanne.