The Saturday night before my mastectomy, I hosted a party called, Thanks for the Mammories: A Farewell Party for my Breasts. I wanted an adult-only party in the evening (as much as I just love being interrupted a gajillion times by my children), with beer pong, garden lights, 90's music, breast cupcakes, wine, good beer, and Jello shots. I made strawberry margarita jello shots with lime and they were delicious. We had prizes, too; whomever had a pink fox sticker on the bottom of their shot won a pink candle, whomever had the coveted yellow fox sticker won champagne gummy bears.
It was super-fun to celebrate the last Saturday night ''my girls'' would ever have. We had attended a lot of fun parties over the years, and hosted quite a few, too, so I felt this was very befitting. Since my 34th birthday would be two days after I arrived home from the hospital and I would still be very sore and have 4 surgical drains in, I requested guests bring something in the color yellow for me to open when I came home. This was really nice, as I was, understandably, irritable in those first few days and having random yellow stuff to open really helped.
I loved seeing my friends, most of whom I hadn't seen in quite some time. It rained, as it usually the case with 90% of the parties we host, but we had a great time inside! It was just nice to talk about other people, catch up with stuff going on in their lives, and take a ''cancer break''. I reached the point where I was so damned tired of talking about me having cancer. I felt like me, not cancer patient me., if that makes sense.
As said earlier, I have hosted many parties over the years, and it is truly one of my favorite things to do. It was fun to have something enjoyable to do in the days leading up to my mastectomy, like making jello shots and ordering breast cupcakes from the supermarket and decorating the party table with candles and flowers. My best friend of 21 years even showed up during the party as a surprise; she flew in all the way from New York to attend! I have many great friends, and am so lucky for all of them and the ways they have supported me throughout this whole nightmare.
I think ''my girls'' had a great time at their last party. I know I did!!
End note: Thanks to my sweet husband for continuing to indulge my eccentricities.
It was super-fun to celebrate the last Saturday night ''my girls'' would ever have. We had attended a lot of fun parties over the years, and hosted quite a few, too, so I felt this was very befitting. Since my 34th birthday would be two days after I arrived home from the hospital and I would still be very sore and have 4 surgical drains in, I requested guests bring something in the color yellow for me to open when I came home. This was really nice, as I was, understandably, irritable in those first few days and having random yellow stuff to open really helped.
I loved seeing my friends, most of whom I hadn't seen in quite some time. It rained, as it usually the case with 90% of the parties we host, but we had a great time inside! It was just nice to talk about other people, catch up with stuff going on in their lives, and take a ''cancer break''. I reached the point where I was so damned tired of talking about me having cancer. I felt like me, not cancer patient me., if that makes sense.
As said earlier, I have hosted many parties over the years, and it is truly one of my favorite things to do. It was fun to have something enjoyable to do in the days leading up to my mastectomy, like making jello shots and ordering breast cupcakes from the supermarket and decorating the party table with candles and flowers. My best friend of 21 years even showed up during the party as a surprise; she flew in all the way from New York to attend! I have many great friends, and am so lucky for all of them and the ways they have supported me throughout this whole nightmare.
I think ''my girls'' had a great time at their last party. I know I did!!
End note: Thanks to my sweet husband for continuing to indulge my eccentricities.
''You want to host a party...for your breasts?''.
''Yes, dear. For my breasts.''
''Well if that's what you really want...''.
''Yes, that's what I really want.''
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