In January, May 17th seemed so far off. And now, it's a few hours away. Tomorrow is the day I will become new. I will say bye bye to the God-given part of me that needs to be retired and removed, and will meet my new "breast" after tissue is taken from my lower abdomen and re-worked to create it. I put the word breast in quotes because the new one will never be a real breast, it can't possibly be. The real one is a miracle of life that worked hard to nurse two babies and help me give them the best start in life I could possibly give. The new one will be a miracle too, but of plastic surgery, and this one will also work hard, to keep me feeling and looking normal. Those babies? They are now ages 17 and 15, beautifully healthy, and one of them actually still remembers with a smile that amazing nursing bonding time between her and her Mamma. My daughter was late giver-upper of nursing, and I let it go on for longer than most people feel comfortable with. I was one...