|Posted by Eggroll Creative on November 23, 2015 at 7:05 PM|
One thing I've learned since finding out I have breast cancer, is that my doctors are moving at the speed of light. They throw out their advice like an empty beer bottle as they fly by . . .
"We'll be watching for symptoms," my surgeon said.
"Things like headaches."
"How can Stage 1 breast cancer cause a headache? Wouldn't that take years to go to my brain?"
"Yeah, probably. . . See you in six months."
If you are ok just going along with whatever treatment comes your way, accepting the lifelong consequences in some cases without wondering if you did the right thig, that's great. Otherwise, I recommend you hustle on over to www.breastcancer.org and do some homework. Learn from women with your same exact diagnosis who have walked the walk, sometimes for years.
Even then, you might miss a few things.
Like the Nordstrom Bra deal.
For several months since my first of three surgeries, I have been in a lot of misery . . . not enough support, or the "over the shoulder boulder holder" that is too tight and causes pain and swelling in the darndest places . . . not only on my side but on my back and under my armpit.
I realize this is getting very personal. Men, just look away.
So after enough complaining, my husband took me to Nordstroms and told me to "Go in there ask someone to fit you for a bra. Don't worry about the cost."
This is very unusual for my husband. Normally, he is very worried about the cost of EVERYTHING.
I was introduced to a compassionate caring young woman named Heather, who has been working in this very specific department for two years and loves it. Her very first important question was to ask for my name, which she then used several times. She whooshed me into a fitting room. As soon as I mentioned my recent lymph node surgery, she told me that they actually bill insurance for bras and prosthetics if the cancer surgery was recent enough.
She rattled off a long list of companies they bill directly.
Of course, mine wasn't one of them. But they would give me a receipt to bill my insurance myself. Who knew!
Then she measured me up and brought me six fantastic bras that all fit me perfectly.
"Wow, this is amazing," I gushed. "What size is this?"
"36 Double D," she replied.
"That's impossible," I responded, in shock. "I've always been a 36B!"
"Most women say the same thing," she said with a look of triumph. "They have no idea what size they really are."
I picked my four favorite from the group and she checked me out... they were about $60 each. As a courtesy, they didn't charge me sales tax.
I'm not sure if or how much my insurance will cover, but I only wish I had come in a month sooner . . . but at least now I'm ready for four weeks of radiation induced "sunburn."
Even if you don't have breast cancer and insurance to pay, I highly recommend you make Nordstroms your first stop the next time you need a new bra. The service truly is legendary, the bras are beautiful and well made, and you might just find that you've been underestimating yourself quite a bit!
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