I lost my Mom to breast cancer on October 26, 1986. I remember so many painful things about that time. I remember how the oozing from her fresh scar created a thick and painful scab and how she asked me to help her get rid of it. I sterilized a scalpel (from my disection kit) and oh so carefully sliced that nasty, bloody scab away from her healing skin. Her relief was immediate (but the nurse gave her shit a couple of days later). And no, there was no infection. Once the scar healed it was time to be fitted for a "prosthesis". Up until that day my only knowledge of prosthetics came from watching Terry Fox. I had no clue what a "falsie", as my mother called it, might be. The fitting was horrible. Shirtless in front of the full length mirror. Gazing at the fresh, pink scar as the fitter kindly strapped her into the ugliest bra in creation. The horror and revulsion on her face as she realized that the acceptably cute A cup falsie was a world away from the D cup she needed. That summer was horrid. Her chest sweated under the vinyl falsie. She bought the thinnest cotton socks she could find to slip the falsie into hoping to stop it from sticking to her skin and being so uncomfortably hot. Eventually she gave up and resorted to the shapeless lump of fiberfill-in-a-beanbag that the hospital had provided. We buried her with that instead of the hated falsie.
Beryl Tsang has designed a wonderful prosthetic tit. My mom would have loved it. In memory of her I plan to knit a tit (probably more) out of some fine fiber - lovely cotton, smooth silk, soft cashmere, and donate it to my local Breast Cancer Survivor Group. Please take the time to download the pattern from Knitty and also to go visit Titbits. Take a look at the samples Beryl has for sale - I'm sure they'll give you some wonderful ideas. If you do make a tit please let me know.