Monday of the next week started off similarly as the week before had begun, although I did not have any soreness from the shots to contend with. Nevertheless, there was a sensitivity in my chest under my prosthesis to remind me. It had arisen the week before and was both pleasant and irksome. This time, however, when I left the apartment, I had my purse slung over my shoulder. I did have some pockets in the outfit I wore, but all of my sundries, including my makeup were now deposited in my purse. It seemed a bit odd to call it my purse, but what else was there to call it? It was mine and as Pattie had said sometime earlier, I found it both very utilitarian as well as necessary!