Ispy loves her boobs. She loves the shape, the size and the feel of her breasts. She loves that they were the sole source of sustenance for her child for 6 months and a source of comfort and affection for a full 13 months – until child bit nipple and the response put her off trying again- oops!
Ispy has breasts that at the age of 50 still stand pert and proud. Never large but certainly not small these beautiful spheres of love, nutrition and erotic joy have adorned her chest and been a provider of pleasure.
They have also been a provider of pain, fear, disease and existential threat…
In 2018 Ispy was enjoying drinks with a friend when a tingle in her right breast caught her attention. It was like a nagging little nat bite that itches to be scratched. Eventually curiosity won and Ispy slipped her hand in her top to explore the cause of the sensation. In an instance life changed.
There under her fingertips was a tiny solid lump. No bigger than a garden pea but almost palpable was its malignant power that the room span and her eyes lost focus.
For context:
- Ispy was working in a team of nurses that supported people living with and beyond cancer diagnosis
- Ispy, over a 20 year period, had many breast lumps all of which were found to be innocent cysts- fibrocystic breast disease being the diagnosis
- Ispy had surgery the year previously to remove a benign growth from her right nipple – taking half the nipple with it (the amazing breasts surgeon did a fantastic reconstruction)
- Ispy could not diagnose herself with breast cancer from this one quick self examination
- Ispy just knew
The following day Ispy called the GP, made an appointment and the beginning of a major life changing event was formalised…
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