Word: breasted
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Joanne Motichka had been expecting bad news. Her mother died of breast cancer, and she knew that she herself had a high risk of getting the disease. So she had regular mammograms, saw her gynecologist frequently and began seeing a breast-cancer specialist too. "I was cancer phobic," says the 45-year-old artist and photographer who goes by the professional name Matuschka. It was no surprise, therefore, when the lump she found in her right breast in 1991 turned out to be cancerous. On the advice of her surgeon, Motichka had a modified radical mastectomy: the breast was removed...
...story might have ended there, except for two things. First, Motichka, who specialized in nude self-portraits, continued to take them; she became a symbol of the disfiguring effects of breast surgery, and a photo of her scarred chest wound up on the cover of the New York Times Magazine. Second, it turned out that the surgery she so vividly publicized may not have been necessary. Her tumor, she believes, could have been handled by a much simpler procedure that would have left her breast intact. Late last month a New York jury agreed, awarding Motichka $2.2 million...
...change in Bell is palpable. Where once she was silent and confused, she is direct and focused. This is all the more remarkable since, as she calmly informs Cardis, last October she underwent surgery for breast cancer. In the days before her forgiveness sessions, such a setback would have sent her into a vortex of helpless rage, and she admits, "At first I wanted to blame someone." That passed, however. The cancer has apparently not spread, and she values her new composure. "I can buy another breast," she explains. "I can't buy another life...
...painting of a fashionable gynecologist named Dr. Samuel Pozzi, renowned in Paris for his exquisite tastes and the breadth of his affairs, including one with Mme. Gautreau. He rises before one's eyes in a flaring crimson robe with a velvet curtain behind him, one hand on his breast, looking like some 16th-arrondissement Don Giovanni protesting the sincerity of his intentions. The pairing of the New Orleans siren and her reputed lover set off a frenzy of gossip, and Sargent, more than a little unnerved, presently decamped to London...
...vilified now as it was in 1967, but it's still a stuff that people love and hate. Every time a grocery clerk asks, "Paper or plastic?," the great debate between old and new, natural and synthetic, biodegradable and not, silently unfolds in a shopper's breast in the instant it takes to decide on the answer...