UPDATE: WhyMommy's feeling free!

You know the universe is right when things are good on Toddler Planet. WhyMommy, who underwent a double mastectomy as one of the final stops on her journey through inflammatory breast cancer, soared through the surgery and is healing well.

As women and mothers, and for good, for bad, for harassing, for nurturing, for passionate, for problematic, for boosted, for deflated, for all of the things our breasts are or have been, sitting there at the front and center of us, many of us cannot imagine not having them there at all. WhyMommy and several other women I admire have written and spoken so honestly about   releasing their breasts to surgery once there is cancer or the possibility of cancer.

It reminds me of a college roommate who used to designate time in the evening to take off her bra under her t-shirt and just let go. This might seem like no biggie to those grrrls with itty-bitties, but to those of us who are busty (as my mom says), it is. My roommate referred to this time as "free-boobin' it." And now that I've read the back and forth WhyMommy had at being boobless and the relief and seeming peace at seeing the scars begin to heal already, "free boobing" sounds like just the right term for the situation.

I appreciate that so much, and I am celebrating all that is ahead for WhyMommy and other survivors.  Here's to you, boobs or not, feeling free.