2 Tubes Down 2 to Go

I am managing with fewer pain meds. The constant soreness has been replaced with a few killer, shooting pains from time to time when I move. Still itching from the antibiotic, but that has lessened as well.

Today I had an appointment with my plastic surgeon. One of the first things he did was unhook my front opening bra, and remove the gauze to look at the scar. Something I hadn’t really done yet. When I looked down at my chest I actually gasped. I had to chuckle at this odd reaction—I had seen the scars of others, and knew quite well what I would look like, but it was somewhat of a surprise—never the less—to look down and see nothing but a line where my breasts used to be. I don’t know what I had expected to see, but it was a bit of a shock.

Dr. Izaddoost said everything looked good and took two of the drains out—Not a comfortable experience. He then reminded me the other two would come out next week. I knew that, but had forgotten. We’ll blame it on the anesthesia. The expansion should start next Friday, and I will have more than a line to look at when I glance down!

He did say the margins were clear—which is good, but to any other questions regarding the cancer he smiled and said, “Oh dear, I am afraid you are getting your plastic surgeon mixed up with your oncologist”. 

Okay, okay, I’ll just have to wait until Nov 2, when I see Dr. Osborne to hear the more about the c word.