I did the Race for a Cure breast cancer run in Central Park this weekend. I dedicated my race to my grandma. She's gone now, but she was originally about as tall as me. About 4'10, I think. But by the time I knew her she was about 4'6. The osteoporosis had her back arching over. This did not stop her from doing anything. Her arch helped hide the fact that she had only one breast. A breast cancer survivor. Us midwestern Scandinavian types can be dreadfully private but rather uncharacteristically she did not hide her experience from me. And I am so grateful she did not. She even showed me how she would use a bag of bird seed in her bra to give the illusion of having a breast on her left side. She said it worked perfectly because it had the right weight/size ratio. And my grandpa was so in love with birds that there was always some spare bird seed around. I knew the bird seed in her bra was a secret so I never talked about it. I would just roll the idea around in my head. This created all sorts of romantic images in my mind of birds fluttering around her as she puttered off to her appointments.