OK, here's an amusing story about my mother. She had BC in the same breast I have it, and also had a complete mastectomy. She was around 62 years old (omg, very close to my age!), and survived the cancer for the rest of her life (died of other causes).
She had a breast insert that worked with a special bra. She felt comfortable with it, except that it was a little heavy. Nevertheless, she wore it in public all the time. She was manager of a Church Sunday School for a large Presbyterian church.
The church had a fall dinner and dance party about a year after her surgery. Mom loved to dance, and you know she was on that dance floor almost all night.
About halfway through the dance, she was partners with a tall man she admired (she was a widow), when in all the dancing and bumping into people on the crowded floor, she saw her breast insert fly across the floor and stop near the middle. People around it stepped away and stared. I know some of the men had no idea what it was.
Mom was shocked and mortified... at first. Then she got the giggles. Soon everyone on the dance floor was laughing, the insert was returned to her, and she just popped it into her purse and continued dancing. I think she just stopped wearing it at that point. She was a little woman, and had severe arthritis and didn't weight much anyway. Her remaining breast was rather small and flat, and I don't think she or anyone else ever missed that fake boob.
