My Blue Shirt

 Yesterday I was preparing to take back a little of my independence. The first thing I was taking back was the ability to take a shower by myself. That in its self was wonderful. Then I laid out my uniform a man’s button down shirt, leggings and boots. I pulled out the new button down that Nicole and I bought last week. It was a light blue 100% cotton oxford with pin stripes inside the cuffs. It was on the sale rack and I thought to myself I wonder who I can give it to when I am done it was a size large and all the men in our family are sized extra. You need a button down just because they are easier to put on but you need it to be big and baggy because of the surgical drains you have strapped around your waist like bombs.

By the time I was showered and dressed I was exhausted so I took a little rest. After my rest I needed to finish getting ready. The last steps were my makeup and jewelry. I am now complete, ready for my first outing by myself. First stop Whole Foods. I thought I would get a little lunch and do some shopping.  I realized quickly while walking into the store my wrap and shopping bag would need to rest while I gathered my lunch. I found a small table and secured a place with my wrap and bag.

I made my plate and grabbed a bottle of water and was thankful that the register was opened in the deli area. It is still a challenge to carry items and not be in discomfort. I walked up to the register and greeted the clerk. She said you look so pretty in your big comfy shirt. I started to cry. I then felt the need to explain my tears. I said thank you for the compliment I have had a double mastectomy and my new wardrobe/uniform does not exactly make me feel pretty.

My new light blue 100% cotton oxford shirt with the pin stripes in the cuffs will always remain in my wardrobe. In my memory will remain the sweet young girl who unknowingly paid a 50 year old woman a compliment she will never forget.