I'm feeling a little tearful tonight as I say farewell to a fair old chunk of my left boob.
The boobs have stuck by me, through thick and thin. They started life all perky and upbeat. The life and soul of the party, and massive attention seekers - rather like me.
Then they got a bit battered by life, and by looking after three children. A little older and droopier, but still able to have a good old flirt when helped by a hefty bit of under-wiring.
After tomorrow, they'll never look the same. Lefty will always be a vivid reminder of a battle fought and - I hope - won.
Thanks to knocking the vino on the head (nearly) eight months ago, I'm going into the operation fighting fit. My BMI is bang smack in the middle of the 'normal' range, and I can happily tick 'non smoker' and 'non drinker' on the pre-assessment forms.
But here's my guilty secret:
I'm really looking forward to the morphine.
A legitimate mind altering substance. Now that's got to be a bonus.
Love SM x