AKA The (No So) Great Tittyectomy of 2025 I’ve gotta be honest, I can’t claim intellectual rights to calling this surgery an amputation…I honestly hadn’t even associated that word with my upcoming surgery until I was talking to my friend, and fellow Mastectomy Sister (ew, could there be a more cringey way to say that? I just rolled my eyes at myself. I personally loathe the phrase “sisterhood” or when people are referred to as “warriors” or “fighters” when they are dealing with a disease. I know the intention is in the right place, it just feels so toxicly positive to me for some reason.), my fellow…Mastectomy survivor? Boob Loser?…Ugh, there’s just not a clever name for it that I can think of. Regardless, earlier this week, my friend Cheri referred to it as the “worst amputation a woman can experience” and it really stuck with me. In all fairness, I can’t say that there is any type of amputation that I’d consider myself ever adequately prepared for, but I can definitely tell you...