After committing to my breast oncology surgeon to do the double mastectomy with reconstruction, my thoughts ran rampant. I felt like a 14 year old teenage boy who was fixated on breasts… Shapes, sizes…. It was such a preoccupation. Upon first meeting with my plastic surgeon, the nurse rolled in a cart full of implants… saline, silicone. One was so big that my girlfriend and I were playing with it, i mean… holy crap, right? I put it on my head…. and just as I did this, in walks my plastic surgeon… “I see you’ve found the implants”…..