Destry Rides Again, or Jimmy Stewart Has A Body

One thinks of it less as an amputation (if one ever thought of it as such to begin with, which I certainly did) the more time passes. It’s been four weeks to the day now since I had/underwent/experienced/paid for/submitted to/achieved top surgery, a double mastectomy with nipple grafts and chest liposuction, in Plano, Texas, and I’ve spent every waking …