Diary Of An Average Woman~

Monday:
Dear Diary,

It has been almost fifteen years to my marriage and I am still waiting for life to happen to me. I am still waiting for every one to take notice of me. I feel restless and incomplete. My husband is always busy and my children have no time for me. 

Tuesday:
Dear Dairy,
Tomorrow, My husband is returning from Singapore. I wish, he would stop and look into my eyes and ask me how I have been. But I know as soon as he is back, he would hand me down his jacket and call his office.  

Wednesday:
Dear Dairy,
At the airport, while waiting for my husband, I browsed through a men's magazine. The cover girl wore a lot of make up and a tiny yellow bikini. Surprisingly, her features were similar to me, nothing great. However, her breasts could stop traffic on Howrah Bridge. That gave me an idea.

Thursday:
Dear Dairy,
I have finally decided to change myself. No, I am not posing for magazine covers. Nevertheless, I plan to turn heads. I am tired of being an average looker, an average student, an average wife with an average life. I am going in for breast implants. With hubby dear's contacts, I have managed to get an appointment on Saturday with the best plastic surgeon in town. 

Friday:
Dear Diary,

Today, I called my son's hostel. His football team had won some match and he was in the middle of a boisterous party. Even though, I call him once a week, he had no time for me. My thirteen year old daughter is always in her room, on the computer. At times, I feel she lives in a hostel too.

Saturday:
Dear Diary,
I went to the clinic on my own, I want to surprise my family. I met a panel of thee doctors. They asked me multiple questions. I assured them that I knew what I was getting into. They asked me to go through routine physical check up. A lady doctor checked my breasts. I felt shy but she made me comfortable. 
‘There is a lump on your right breast. It may not be cancerous. But we need to do a mammography to be sure. I will write down the tests that you need to take. We should be ready to meet you again in about a week's time. Best of luck!’ she said with a straight face.

Sunday:
Dear Diary,
My head is still spinning. My mother had Breast cancer. I tried to keep a positive frame of mind. Medical science has progressed since then. My husband is in shock. He did not take the news very well. He is positive the lump in my breast is not malignant.
I realise, my husband may not be the most romantic person in the world but he cares to hold me at night. He makes sure I am safe and well cared for. My kids will be worried too. Maybe, my son is too involved in school. But his grades are high. My daughter is in her own world but she stays home, unlike some of her friends who party late. My ‘Cup of life’ is full. It just needs to be stirred by me. 

Tomorrow:
Dear Diary,
I am keeping my fingers crossed for a good report. I am never again thinking of spicing up my life in an unnatural way. For me, the only way to go forward in life is by opening my eyes to the glories of this life and making the most of what I have.

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PS: I dedicate this piece of fiction to October : National breast cancer awareness month. 

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