April 18th, the night before I went in for my single mastectomy, I had a boob-bye party. At this point it was evident that my boyfriend was not capable of emotionally or physically supporting me because he was too busy with his own life. I felt the anxiety brimming as the mastectomy date approached, and I knew I did not want to be alone that eve, so I sent out an Evite to fifty of my girlfriends and asked them to surround me with their positive energy. I decorated the house with pink streamers, balloons and flowers and catered the event. As women arrived, the house became full of love and support. I let them see me without my wig, and it felt nice to get complimented; apparently, I have a nice shaped head! The evening flew by and I went to sleep wrapped in a blanket of their love, a comforting place to be.