Retrogression: When Your Boob Goes Back in Time
🌼 Date: Thursday, March 12, 2026
⚡ Energy: Low and slightly cranky
💔 Status: One angry pectoral muscle
😐 Outlook: Temporary setback… but still moving forward
Well… remember yesterday’s little adventure known as Deflate Gate?
Yeah.
Apparently, my body would like to file a formal complaint.
Today it hurts to do just about anything that involves my right pectoral muscle.
And when I say anything, I mean anything.
Lifting my fork to eat?
Pain.
Reaching for something on the counter?
Pain.
Pushing myself up out of bed?
Oh, that one is extra spicy.
So today I have officially switched to eating with my left hand, which feels a little like I’m a toddler learning how to use utensils again.
And we are also back to the classic household request:
“Casey… can you grab that for me from the top shelf?”
If this sounds familiar, it’s because it is.
It feels exactly like October, right after my surgery.
Back when every little movement felt like I was waking up muscles that had been personally offended by my life choices.
Getting out of bed requires careful planning.
Bending over to tie my shoes? A full production.
Pushing off with my right arm? Absolutely not.
But the real throwback is something I had almost forgotten about.
Those hard, pokey edges on the expander.
You know… the ones that make it look and feel like the alien from the movie is trying to claw its way out of your chest.
Yeah.
Those are back.
Just when I thought we were making progress…
BAM.
Major regression.
Actually, scratch that.
Regression would mean going backward a little bit.
What I am experiencing right now is something much more dramatic.
When I came out of surgery in October, I had 50cc in each expander.
Today?
I have 0cc in the right side.
That’s not regression.
That is retrogression.
Yes, that’s a real word.
(And if it isn’t, I encourage you to Google it and support my argument anyway.)
Retrogression:
The act of going so far backward that you somehow pass where you started.
Which means my right boob has essentially decided to time travel.
Fantastic.
But here’s the thing about this whole process.
Healing isn’t a straight line.
It’s more like one of those stock market graphs where things go up, then down, then sideways, then someone panics and sells everything.
Yesterday we made progress toward radiation.
Today my body is loudly reminding me that there’s still work to do.
So, for now I’m slowing down, taking it easy, and letting my pectoral muscle finish its dramatic tantrum.
Because even when it feels like we’re moving backward…
We’re still moving through this.
And that still counts.
💗 Tina –
One Badass Day at a Time
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