One of the joys of my new post bi-lateral mastectomy body, is that I have very limited feeling/sensation in my chest.

What, exactly, does that mean, you might be wondering. Well, when I hug you, I can feel pressure on my chest, but I’m not sure how much is too much — so I just hug away, blissfully unaware that I’m making you uncomfortable.  I can feel a seat  belt pulled across my chest. But I can’t, for the most part, feel my clothes on top of my foobs.

That last one is the kicker.  I was out running errands earlier today and was wearing a silk blouse:

Cute egh? Not so much. Unbeknownst to me, the top button of my blouse came undone — in the middle of Trader Joes — and I didn’t feel it — so it was unbuttoned for a LONG time.  Free show everybody.

When one of your senses is taken away, your others are heightened — or at least that’s what I’m told.  Here’s hoping my sense of reading other peoples faces and reactions to my half nude body in the produce section becomes finely tuned very soon….