Off to Say Adios to My Boob

As I was adding my PJ bottoms to my I’m-off-to-say-adios-to-my-right-boob bag, I thought I should write a short post to let you know that I’m still kicking and stuff…

The house is cleaned (my Piano Man rocks!), the post-op food is frozen (my stove and fridge and I rock!), the audiobooks and movies have been downloaded (Dark, The Babysitter, Little Evil, Misery… *may all that’s holy and suitably-humored protect any person who might have the pleasure of being my roomy*), the writing and blackout poetry materials are ready. I am ready.

I don’t plan to blog until I’m released from the hospital, properly de-boobed (and hopefully de-cancered). But I’ll probably stroll around Facebook and/or Instagram after the medical ninjas (with an absolutely acceptable boob fixation) finish the 1st battle towards re-sculpting my sexy bits back to health.

Send me some positive thoughts. Thoughts infused with wild laughter. Laughter that’s stronger because it was lived. Lived jokes (with inappropriate punchlines).

I will be
less of a bad thing,
but… more me

 

oh, yes… my PJs rock!

 

75 thoughts on “Off to Say Adios to My Boob

  1. Sending love and healing energies your way my Wicked Writer Friend, I shall reread some of my favorite bits of Magaly while waiting to hear that you have been thourolly decancered.

    Love and Hugs

  2. Sending you loadsa loadsa love lovely Magaly and at least a year’s supply of hugs (more available as required).
    Please know I will be thinking of you and wish you the speediest of recoveries. The bestest bestest of wishes
    Loadsa loadsa love
    Anna :o]

  3. Little Gothic Horrors & I may be psychically connected… or just psycho (haha sorry Emma) as been thinking of you all day too… and very aware you have other things to do, after packing, like gaze at your beautiful PM & realise how lucky he is to have you 🙂 OK I know he cleaned house so guess you’re lucky to have a musical domestic demi god too (truthfully that man rivals Hugh Jackman)! So… love you, you are such a freaking fighter Ms Wicked, ex marine(?) BS, ex nothing, I reckon this fight your opponent hasn’t a chance, kick it in the guts babe, ok, take the hammer in too & make sure that party spoiler ain’t ever gonna see light of day again… & then we shall await the story you will craft and for the battle scars to heal and for a flash of that beaming smile, the smile that makes the world a better place. You are going to be around until you’re old and grey Ms Wicked, but still sending love & hugs from Oz xox

  4. I was up with the bats sending you all sorts of good thoughts my dear friend. Less of a bad thing is good. More you is wonderful. May it be so!

  5. Sometimes less IS more! That, of course, doesn’t include your bright smile and all the love and light headed your way. xx

  6. I echo the sentiments of previous comments. I imagine you are getting prepped for surgery, or they have just started, right about now. And I imagine a wild, shiny, strong future one-boobed you. The very best of luck to you today <3

    Ps. It's been forever since I visited the blog world. I love the new font.

  7. My bootiful Magaly. Sending you lots n lots of love, thoughts and prayers your way. And best wishes! Please keep us posted on you. Keep your chin up high and keep on smiling, laughing and sending your inspirations to the world.

    Oh yes, best wishes for a very quick recovery too! I wish we could have a tea party together ♥ xoxo

  8. You do you, those that love you have your back. We will all be here when you return. Sending you joy, healing, laughter and patience (with others and yourself) Don’t push yourself, enjoy being pampered, and take care of you. You are a goddess!

  9. I’ve been thinking about you all week. Prayers, love, and good ju-ju sent, and wishes for lots of laughter during your hospital stay. I’m cheering you on! Kick that cancer’s ass! Incision destroying it with a mighty hammer and wicked axe. I just got that visual, did you?

  10. I thought about you all day yesterday. I should have known this was near time. I will light a candle for you and your boob. Now, I wish I had gotten one of those Terry Pratchett church candles! I can only imagine what magic will ensue when your wild imagination meets anesthesia! The stories and poetry bits that appear post op are going to be epic! I am with you! Biggest love!

  11. Here’s my only one liner: “I hope when I inevitably choke to death on gummy bears people just say I was killed by bears and leave it at that.” Not a huge one but still.
    Ms. M (which also stands for Magickal), I know that you are going to be grand before, during, after your surgery to de-cancer your boob. My wish for you is that you don’t have pain, do have an interesting room mate and that you will be at peace during your healing. Love you bunches sweet warrior. All of my very best thought hugs……xoxo Oma Linda

    • Bwahahaha! That is an awesome one-liner. I can’t wait to use it one day.

      Just so you know, I walked to the mirror after I read your comment, flexed the arm next to the surgery, and thought, For Oma. I looked very fierce. 😀

  12. Here’s something to make you laugh. My thoughts are with you❤️🙏🏾

    FIFTY SHADES OF GREY – (a husband’s point of view

    The missus bought a Paperback,

    down Shepton Mallet way,

    I had a look inside her bag;
…
    T’was “Fifty Shades of Grey”.

    Well I just left her to it,

    And at ten I went to bed.

    An hour later she appeared;

    The sight filled me with dread…

    In her left she held a rope;

    And in her right a whip!

    She threw them down upon the floor,

    And then began to strip.

    Well fifty years or so ago;

    I might have had a peek;

    But Mabel hasn’t weathered well;

    She’s eighty four next week!!

    Watching Mabel bump and grind;

    Could not have been much grimmer.

    And things then went from bad to worse;
She toppled off her Zimmer!

    She struggled back upon her feet;

    A couple minutes later;

    She put her teeth back in and said

    I am a dominater !!

    Now if you knew our Mabel,
    
You’d see just why I spluttered,

    I’d spent two months in traction

    For the last complaint I’d uttered.
    
She stood there nude and naked

    Bent forward just a bit

    I went to hold her, sensual like

    and stood on her left tit!

    Mabel screamed, her teeth shot out;

    My god what had I done!?
    
She moaned and groaned then shouted out:
    
”Step on the other one”!!

    Well readers, I can’t tell no more;

    About what occurred that day.

    Suffice to say my jet black hair,

    Turned fifty shades of grey!

    
Pam Ayres


    • This is my second time reading this–I read it first when you shared it on FB–so I have no idea why it continues to make me laugh like a maniac. Well, I know have to know. I’m just going to enjoy the cackles. Thank you so much, Vivian! 😀

  13. Sending all that is possible to speed the healing and brighten the days & nights. Hugs- Kisses- and wicked smiles all around, your tribe is here for you always and forever.

    • Thank you, Dana. The pain levels have been quite manageable. In a weird way, having Crohn’s (and a few other ailments) has readied me for this when it comes to pain, the surgery hasn’t hurt half as much as my stomach often does. Small miracles, right? We take what we can get. 😀

  14. WOW they don’t hang about on your side of the pond do they? Thought you’d be weeks waiting yet! What murderous poetry you shall create while forced to stay in bed mwahahahaha…probably involving scalpels and green clad warriors…or that strange little person sitting on the corner of someone else’s bed with a hammer and a glint in their eye XOXOXOX

    • No, they do not. In fact, the surgeon wanted to take care of it two weeks after I saw her. But I didn’t want to postpone our trip to Friday Harbor (to see my Piano Man’s parents), so she took pity on us and accepted to go samurai on my cancer a few days after the trip.

      You know, now I have to write that poem… Both the green clad warrior and the strange little person with the hammer keep on asking for it. 😀

  15. Say something funny? Huh? Wicked woman, are you nuts? Do you think funny right now? Well, yes, YOU would. Thats why everyone loves you. What a trooper. The only thing I can think of is that Ms. Wee used to plop herself on a boob when I was laying down, and that little hollow-boned fluff ball was HEAVY on the boob, not to mention her claws, so think of that when you think of boobs. And keep smiling as you heal. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxo

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