When normality settles around you it's very much like fog. You have trouble seeing at a distance,and your senses are muffled to what is immediately outside of your sight. It makes the reality of the world less real, you are fooled for a short time. Blinded sailors find themselves impaled on rocks, pilots descend when they should pull up.
Normality is not my friend. It fools me into thinking that I'm OK and have nothing to worry about. The fog clears and I have to readjust to my reality and it's such a harsh blow. I go from normal to devastated and back to normal again.
My new friend sent me a journal entry about a mammogram that she had. Happily it was normal but, while she waited for her results she had a glimpse into what might be. She looked deeply into the unity she shared with her breasts. Their role in nurturing, alluring, and loving; the feelings that they absorbed and evoked. This was a nakedly honest moment and I am glad she wrote it down and shared it with me. Her writing moved me to tears.
My new normal will be breasts without sensation, they will never be alive with feeling and there is so much feeling in a woman's breasts. We rarely think about it but, when the fog lifts I do.