I remember, many years ago, reading a cartoon in which one of the regular characters underwent a mastectomy. Another character, looking suspiciously down at her own breasts, exclaimed, "Sometimes these things seem like loaded weapons."
I'm finding myself similarly alienated from my breasts. They are" things," to me, right now. I know that some women feel real grief over losing what they feel to be primary signifiers of their femininity...but right now, looking down at my chest, I see the enemy. If my consult next week doesn't go well, my reaction is going to be, Get them both OFF me.