The other side
We made it through Christmas, low key and relaxed.
Got inspired by another Christmas song made booby and made my own, remake.
enjoy...(p.s thé other song is at the bottom)
I want some healthy boo-oo-oobs for Christmas
Only a only a negative pathology will do
Don't want a bra, no capsular contracture
I want a some silicone high profiles to play with and enjoy
I want some healthy boo0oobs for Christmas
I don't think my hubby will mind, do you?
He won't have to see any puss or goo
Just bring him when they're done, that's the easy thing to do
I can see me now next Christmas morning, bouncing down the stairs
Oh what joy and what surprise when I feel my upper side
To see a perky, no nip boobie equal on every side
I want some healthy boo-oo-oobs for Christmas
Only a negative pathology will do
No rupture, no deflation
I only like healthy booOoobs
And perky big boobies like me too
( the actual I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas is a song written by John Coctoasten and performed by Gayla Peevey in 1953.)
Christmas was nice. And I mean it genuinely. The kids were up WAY too early. Eva got her barbie Dreamhouse it was all she had been asking for for MONTHS ( but no Santa did not GET the credit for that. )From Santa she got some Barbie's. Emmett got many, many, lego sets, mostly Minecraft Lego.
Dinner was a wonderful shepherds pie, and much too much candy.
I hate physio
I still hate physio, and I really miss my chiropractor, and I really really really miss my mom
‘‘Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house
Was a wandering post op woman with drains and button down blouse
It was hard to feel festive with the pain of a seroma
But grateful to have rid herself of carcinoma
The tree was barely decorated but the stockings were hung
The Shopping, curtesy of Amazon, had just barely begun
Knowing that Santa would soon be here
She asked for nothing, just happy not to have to wear a brazier
Her husband was all snuggled deep in the bed
Knowing that dinner prep laid solely on his head
It’s hard to feel festive when faced with mounting bills
And setting alarms for times to take pills
Doctors, Specialists, and “ologists” of all kind
Can make even the strongest start to lose their mind
But then what to her wondering eyes should appear
But the Jolly fat man himself, wagging his finger at her despair
“This may not be how you envisioned the Holiday
But you are here, which others cannot say”
He set about his duties placing presents under the tree
He still had that twinkle in his eyes, and turned and smiled at me
“May you find peace and comfort in your dream’s tonight
It is time for me to get on with my flight”
And just like that he was gone in a flash
As she crawled into bed she knew, that tomorrow she was throwing a bash!
by Kristie Horn (member of my double/single mastectomy support group.)