In June of 2017 I had a PBM, DTI. (If you are not sure what that means, I invite you to go back and explore my blog.) My plastic surgeon did a brilliant job and I am so grateful for such fantastic results. At almost 4 months post op, I continue to rejoice on how quickly … Continue reading Cue the headaches
Three months post operation is good. The more time that passes, the more the surgery becomes a distant memory. Life is progressing as it should, the body is healing, scars are fading. I feel like me again. So, what happens when you notice a string coming lose? It all begin with a sporactic pain in … Continue reading The Stitch
My new bosom buddies needed some support. Bra shopping wasn't high on my priority list after my mastectomy. For the first few weeks I lived in the zipper front sport bras from Walmart. Size XL worked well accommodating the swelling post op. I eventually moved into a smaller size a few weeks later, but I have to say that the zipper … Continue reading BRA Shopping.
So what's so special about week 6 post opp?? The first few weeks after my prophylactic bilateral mastectomy (PBM) I felt anything but normal. Even though I was fortunate to wake up with implants in place, the new mounds on my chest wall were far from normal. To me they looked like two eggs, sunny side … Continue reading Just a little bit NORMAL
The Bandage For days I wore a bandage, Concealing wounds I wasn’t ready to face. Many would say what lies underneath is no reason to feel disgrace; My life was at stake…. The bandage I wore hid a certain reality, scarred for life I will always be. Is it shear vanity? I wasn’t ready to … Continue reading A Poem
13 days post opp. My surgery went well. The breast surgeon was able to remove breast tissue, the plastic surgeon was able to place the implant over the muscle, which minimizes the recovery time. My husband was told that everything went as well as could be expected. Textbook baby, Yay! It's done! I have spent just … Continue reading Never TMI, preparing for mastectomy
As I sit in the room waiting for the doctor, I catch a glimspe of my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of me. My heart feels like I'm 23, but my body sends me another message. The girl I still feel I am, looks more and more like an old version of what … Continue reading Another plastic surgeon