What will happen to me on Wednesday is the general surgeon will do a mastectomy. Then a plastic surgeon will come in and put what is called an "expander" in that area under the muscle. It will still be flat at the point and I'll need to stuff my bra with socks, like a 12 year old.
I will go in monthly for "fills" in which the plastic surgeon injects saline through my skin into the expander to stretch what's left of my skin out. He'll overexpand it, so at some point my right "breast" will be bigger than the left, and then when it's the proper size, he'll put a silicone implant in. At that point, my left side will be lifted and implanted as well to give me as much symmetry as possible.
I can't tell you how many times I've made fun of skinny Hollywood starlets with those big, fake, boob bubbles on their chests. Now I will be one.
Be careful what you make fun of, it might come back to bite you.
They make fake nipples, "fipples" out of other parts of your skin. Apparently, they can even do this out of parts of your hoo-haw but I can't think about that now. Then they tattoo the areolas on.
I think I'm going to ask for my tattoo to be shaped like a hand flipping the bird. FU Cancer.