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Life begins anew today….

July 17, 2013 – DRAIN OUT! Life begins…..

Last year I had one drain in for seven days. There is no better feeling than when that drain comes out.  And my doctor took my ace bandage off that my bosom was swaddled in and I finally got to see what I looked like. I cried I was so happy, I looked so good. Now I realize good is subjective. But compared to how I looked the past seven months, I thought I looked AMAZING! I was so happy, the surgery meant everything to me.

 

Surgery day 2013…

The day finally arrived. July 11, 2013 my plastic surgeon removed the hard tissue expander that had been in me for seven LONG months. For most of those months it felt like a bowling ball soldered on my rib cage. She replaced it with an implant. On my other (real) side, she worked her magic, put in a small implant, and voila I woke up with a new bosom. The way I remember coming out of anesthesia is that all that was running through my head was “it’s over, it’s over, it’s over”. And then as I was able to speak I kept asking “How do they look? How do they look?” And someone said “They look fine”.

I was bandaged, sore, out of it, but they got me up, I got dressed, and my ride drove me home.  I was SO HAPPY! The hard feeling from the tissue expander was completely relieved. In fact the mastectomy side wasn’t really even sore, just the other side was. But it was okay. I could see how good I looked and that was what mattered to me.

It was over. Seven long months and it was finally over.

 

Ready for reconstruction!……

Last year at this time, I saw my plastic surgeon for the first time since I completed radiation. I was consumed with getting this tissue expander out of my chest. It felt like a brick sautered on my ribcage. When she said: “You’re ready”,  I burst into tears. She said let’s get it on the books 60-90 days out. I WAS SO HAPPY. We scheduled my reconstruction in July. I walked out to my car, got in, and proceeded to ball, sobbed uncontrolled tears of happiness and relief.

I drove home, marked the date on the calendar, and began my countdown.

 

My next surgery….

I remember it like it was yesterday, a year ago at this time all I could think about was when will my plastic surgeon deem me ready for my next and final surgery – reconstruction.

I was uneven, a tissue expander in one side, I had to work to cover up my chest so it wasn’t noticeable. In the winter this was easy, a jacket hid everything. But now it’s April which brings warmer weather so hiding my imperfection was proving more difficult. And I’ll say it….my tissue expander after radiation was very uncomfortable, I just wanted it out!!!!! I wanted to get back to some normalcy. It was all I thought about, all I talked about.