I got a three-page, 42-question questionnaire in the mail the other day from my breast cancer surgeon. It’s about breasts and self-esteem.
I tried to answer it, because it’s the least I could do for the surgeon who saved my life, but I got bogged down trying to wrap my head around some of the questions.
“With your breasts in mind, in the past 2 weeks how often have you felt of equal worth to other women?” (None of the time, a little of the time, some of the time, most of the time, all of the time)
“With your breasts in mind, in the past 2 weeks how often have you felt confident in a social situation?”
Is it just me, or do these questions not make any sense?
They seem wrong on so many levels…conceptually, logically, grammatically, politically. Even just from a purely practical perspective, I can’t think of any social situations in the past two weeks in which I’ve actually had my breasts in mind. Am I supposed to revisit all social situations over the past two weeks and imagine how I would have felt if I’d had my breasts in mind?
I just don’t get it. Do other people keep their breasts in mind all the time?
I’ve tried substituting other things for ‘breasts’ in an effort to better understand the question.
For example: “With your hair in mind, in the past 2 weeks how often have you felt of equal worth to other women?” or “With your mind in mind, in the past 2 weeks how often have you felt confident in a social situation?”
It didn’t help much.
So I tried taking out the quantifying clauses. For example: “With your breasts in mind, do you feel confident in social situations?”
That makes more sense, but I still wouldn’t know how to answer it.
Maybe it’s just me. My brain is still suffering Effexor-withdrawal fogginess. It’s slowly improving, but these are not my finest days.
Yesterday, however, I was at quilting school and I made my first attempt at free-motion quilting. The teacher heaped high praise on me for this doodle on the left. I’m not bragging, I was just pleasantly surprised to be even passably good at anything this week. She also praised my posture, saying I was the only student who didn’t lean into their sewing machine. (I suspect that may have been because I was mildly dizzy from the Effexor withdrawals, so I was trying to keep my balance.) Anyway, it doesn’t matter how old you are, it’s always nice when the teacher praises your work.
GC and I found a dog we like. Her name is Lulu and she’s a giant schnauzer/standard poodle mix. She’s about three years old. We filled out the adoption application and then found out we were too late – someone else was in the process of adopting her. We’d already renamed her Maggie and shown her picture to the other pets and everything. So disappointing. But I’m a firm believer in fate when it comes to finding the right animals. If Maggie’s no longer available, it’s because there’s an even better match for us out there somewhere.
Anyway. With your breasts in mind, how often have you felt confused in the past two weeks?