I have always been a girly-girl with a preference for feminine fashion. I loved creating fun, flirty looks for ordinary days. I loved heels for everyday wear (yes, even while working in the vineyard), and I loved wearing sexy outfits that showed off my boobs. My breasts were gorgeous, almost perfect – the kind that had a natural, yet full, teardrop shape with perky nipples. Until cancer happened. Twice.

Face down, breasts out / there’s an intimacy to how / the radiologist probes / my suspicious finding / with needles, a vacuum, pincers / tools to make medical knowledge / of the body