Humpty Dumpty

 

I am 10 days out from Diep Flap Surgery.  That is where they take your lower abdominal fat to reconstruct breasts after a mastectomy.  I knew it was going to be a hard surgery, but it was maybe even more so than I thought.  My recovery so far has gone well.  But with 3 large incisions and 4 JP drains I have to admit I feel a lot like Humpty Dumpty after the fall.

Stranger still, my new body.  My stomach is now flatter than it was when I was 16.  I think my belly button seems about 2 inches higher...probably because my excess belly was ...much lower?

At any rate, I'm sure it will become the new normal.  I will like it.  But right now it feels like yet another new normal to adjust to.  Admittedly I am just really tired of feeling sick in any way shape or form.  

So that's what I've been up to.  Recovering, yet again.  Hanging on the couch, spending time with my family and catching up on some Netflix series' I've been meaning to watch. 

So pardon my wine...I'll go get some cheese.

STOP...go directly to jail...do not pass go

Do not collect 200.00

Ahhhhh

What an interesting few months it has been.

First the jail part.

Well, I didn't actually go to jail.  But I was pulled over for blowing off a stop sign in the very small metropolis of Double Oak,  Texas.  Why was I in Double Oak?  Because I decided to take the long way home from the grocery store to see the miniature donkey farm.

Have you ever seen a little donkey?

SO cute.

Anyhow I got a nice 210.00 ticket for missing the stop sign near the little donkeys.  I've been told by others this is a common occurrence and they probably make a decent amount of money on that particular stop sign.  

My sister and I thought perhaps we could earn the money back by selling t shirts outside the courtroom (which FYI only meets the third Thursday of the month at 6pm) that read:

"I paid 210.00 to see a little ass in Double Oak Texas"

Now for the do not pass go....

Living life after cancer means being hypersensitive to any sign the cancer beast has returned.  Recently I started to experience urinary frequency and pain.  I tried to ignore it and hoped maybe it would go away.  But then realized...yes, this is one of *those* symptoms associated with my cancer.  So I went in for more testing.  

It's a really interesting day when finding out you have a UTI is great news...as it isn't cancer and I'm not neurotic.  

Now the 200.00...

I have been plugging along with filling my breast expanders.  I think I am close to where I want to eventually be.  I have an appointment with my plastic surgeon in a week to confirm and go over the details for surgery.

While I am happy about all of that, even though I feel like I have flotation devices embedded in my chest right now..

There is a great sadness on my horizon.

We placed my mother on hospice care 2 weeks ago.  She has fought a valiant battle against COPD for several years.  I can only hope and pray we can make her as comfortable as possible in the time she has left.

Ch-ch-changes...

I am now 3 weeks out from a double mastectomy.  It's been a rough few weeks.  But not in the ways I thought it would be.  I was very scared I would miss my breasts.  This hasn't been the case at all.  It feels strange to even write that.  But after having large breasts and always needing to wear a bra. I am really enjoying not wearing a bra and the way my clothing fits now.  Buttoning a blouse for most, is a very common occurrence, but not for me.  There were always gaping areas that needed a safety pin (or 2)! But no longer

I've tossed my large bras and big safety pins...so all good news there.


On the darker side is pain.  I have expanders in to help stretch the muscle and it seems no matter how I sit or lay they are uncomfortable.


And the darkness goes further than that. It feels to me sometimes that once cancer enters your life it seems to stay.  Even if your testing and scans are good...there's still the anxiety of what those results will show.

There is a loss of innocence that you never regain.  Yes, you've have cancer...and yes, it could happen again.

SO you live your life.  I think the not knowing perhaps makes life a little sweeter, more precious.

You look at your new body as a (for the most part) good upgrade

You learn to re-navigate the bra dept.  No more supportive/minimizer bras for me...ever.
But that leaves lots of territory to explore.  Territory I have never even looked at and frankly find ...intimidating.

I confess to finding my old favorite maximizer bra on the sale rack, to to pet it good bye.

on to smaller and better things :)

Adventures in Plastic Surgery....Part 1

The Consult

I've been pondering just how much to put on my blog about the process of my preventative mastectomy and have decided I need to keep it real.   Buckle up it's going to be a WILD ride.

My Gyn Oncologist cleared me for surgery so I have begun the process of having my breasts removed.  My breast MRI was clear in August,  I am hoping for a true prophylactic surgery.  They tell me this should be the case.  But I think I have a little PTSD going on since that was what I was told before I had my ovaries and tubes out.  Then SURPRISE they found cancer.  I generally like surprises, but that one?  Notsomuch

A few weeks ago I went for a consult with a plastic surgeon.  A doctor who, I hear from people who know...is supposed to be "the guy" to go to.

We talked a bit about what I hoped to do.  Thankfully he agreed.  Then he took a look at my *ahem* girls.

He did some measurements and then we discussed his recommendations.  The surgery I'm looking to have is Diep Flap surgery.  Which is basically using your lower abdominal fat to reconstruct breasts.  It is a long microsurgery which means some significant surgical risk.  The benefits?  I have my own tissue instead of breast implants.  Plus I get a nifty little tummy tuck out of the deal.  I was also hoping to have one major long surgery but my PS feels it would be better to do it in two.  Initially I was somewhat taken aback by that.  But now that I've had time to think about it? I think he's probably right.

Then I had my photoshoot with the office photographer.  Also known as the "before".  Me and my disposable underwear.  In their studio. This is as close to a nudie as I am ever going to get.

"Draw me like your french girls, Jack"

So on my way back from my appointment I called my sister who is my bff and probably knows more about me than I do myself to discuss the appointment.

I also wanted to share my irritation over my measurements.  Now 3 kids, weight loss and weight gain and then loss again have not been, shall we say "kind" to my breasts.  I often like to joke when I lost weight a few years ago I went from a 44DDD to a 38...LONG.

So the surgeon measures my breast length and says "37"

I thought he meant INCHES.  

I couldn't figure out how that could be??? I mean that's 3 feet, a yard.  I am only 5'5 tall??

After complaining to my sister I realized that evening (ok as I was measuring myself) it was 37 centimeters.  

While still LONG...it isn't guinness world book of records LONG.

Thank god.

I also had to have a ct scan to map out the arteries and veins in my lower abdomen.  Which was the easiest test I've had in radiology.  

You know you've had too many tests when you start thinking about what flavor of contrast you like best.  I was almost upset I didn't have to drink anything at all.

So now my breast surgeon and plastic surgeon's people get together and give me a date.  Probably in November.  

Hoping my 2 last bras with steel support girders hold out till then