Saturday morning, with a 25% coupon in my pocket - for easy access so I don't even have to search through my purse for it.  I walk into the Penney's Outlet store, all by myself, no little boy in tow, no hubby, just my leisure to look around.  All was kind with the world.

The first thing I see are the spring prom dresses, strapless, spag strap, skinless slinkies for all the young girls.  I thought 'cute' as I walked past toward the women's clothes.  I needed a few basics, black shorts, a couple of tops, nothing exuberant. 

I start looking at the spring/summer tops and they're all spaghetti strap, or built-in shelf bra, or tiny tank, or WORSE - they look like something my aunt Bert would have worn.  It seemed like every top I pulled out was either too bare for the mastectomy bra or down-right dowdy.

So, there I was in the Outlet Store having my own private personal moment between the tanks and the capris and half of women of the county shopping around me.  You know the moment, the this damned disease has even taken spring shopping away from me pity party for one. 

I take a pair of black shorts and my coupon and headed for the cashier.  It was twenty deep.  (Apparently I'm not the Outlet Store's only "Special Shopper" who got the coupon in the mail.)

I drop the shorts back on the rack and head out the door to my car.   On the way home I decided I was going home to find out just how mad I should be about this whole spring clothes issue.  I was going to go through all my summer-wear and figure out what I already had that would work and what I now, thanks to Breast Cancer, couldn't wear anymore.

I got home and clothes started flying out of the drawers and closets.  My husband and son disappeared.  I don't even know where the cat hid. 

I didn't want to see the pile grow, so I was tossing things behind me.  I tossed keepers in front of me, trash bin stuff to my right and the poor-unfortunate-soul-me can't wear anymore's to my left.

I get done and begin to fold and re-organize the keepers.  I realize there's a lot more there than I thought there would be.  Sure I still need a few things because the toss pile to my right has quite a few pieces in it that I should have discarded years ago.  Then I take a deep breath before turning around to pick up the still good pieces that would now show the mastectomy bra.

I open the trash bag planning to immediately take them to the donation bin.  I turn around and there they are... both of them.  I kid you not.

I picked them up and the giggle started.  I'd been in a full-on purge, mad at breast cancer for taking away my spring wardrobe and there were two pieces.  One I remember wearing a couple of times in the nasty heat of summer last year and one I don't even remember wearing at all.