From Chicken Soup for the Breast Cancer Survivor's Soul


The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family.

Thomas Jefferson

My husband and I went to Paducah, Kentucky, one Thanksgiving to meet with our son and his family, who had come from Florida. They stayed in a motel with an indoor swimming pool.

After spending Thanksgiving Day with the family, the grandkids wanted to go swimming. My oldest grandson Harrison, age six, asked, “Granny, can you come swim with me?”

“Yes,” I said, and I got my swimsuit, prosthesis and a towel. Off we went.

Now, this swimsuit was not made for breast-cancer women, so I got on my bathing suit and put the prosthesis in the cup of the suit. We walked down to the pool, jumped in and swam to the steps. Harrison got out first and turned around to help me.

His eyes got as big as saucers as his jaw dropped. He pointed at me and said, “Grandma, did you come from another planet?”

I looked down to where he was pointing and saw that my prosthesis had come out of the cup and had slid down to my belly button.

“I’ve come a long way,” I answered.

Bonnie Seibert

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