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手术后没多久，我去医院复查。我躺到检验台上，拉蒙娜用手抚摸着伤疤。我开始轻轻地啜泣。她用关心的眼神看着我，问道，“你还没有碰过它，对吗？“嗯。我答道。于是她把金褐色的手掌轻轻地放在我苍白的胸口上，温柔地说道，“这是你身体的一部分，这就是你。摸一摸它吧，没关系的。她就那样替我抚摸着正在愈合的伤口。而在那下面，她爱抚着的是我的心。 最后，拉蒙娜建议道：“我握着你的手，你去抚摸它。然后她把手放到我的手旁边，我们都安静下来。那是拉蒙娜送给我的礼物。 It was only a few weeks after my surgery, and I went to Dr. Belt's office for a checkup. It was just after my first chemotherapy treatment. My scar was still very tender. My arm was numb underneath. This whole set of unique and weird sensations was like having a new roommate to share the two-bedroom apartment formerly known as my breasts - now lovingly known as "the breast and the chest." As usual, I was taken to an examination room to have my blood drawn, again - a terrifying process for me, since I'm so frightened of needles. I lay down on the examining table. I'd worn a big plaid flannel shirt and a camisole underneath. It was a carefully thought out costume that I hoped others would regard as a casual wardrobe choice. The plaid camouflaged my new chest, the camisole protected it and the buttons on the shirt made for easy medical access. | 
