The Breast of Times

Just a quick note to let y’all know I’m ok. I’m good.

It’s been a week since the surgery and I’m making my come-back. I’m feeling pretty good and taking my new body for a spin around the house here and there. Yesterday I stopped taking the pain killers and could feel the fog lifting. That percocet is no joke. The pain is blinding and then 8 minutes after a pill it feels like the pain is bubbling up off my body and floating away in tiny bubbles. But 2 minutes later a fog rolls in and I can hardly keep my eyes open. Because of the drugs, I don’t remember too much of my 4 night stay at the surgical center.

My amazing surgeons were successful in their mission of removing the cancer, removing the other healthy breast, and making me two new ones out of my tummy fat.

At my post op appointment yesterday they took my drains out! I was expecting to have them in for 2-3 weeks. Each day I can walk a little bit straighter, reach a little higher, stand a little longer, all of those exciting things we normally take for granted.

Leading up to the surgery I had several women that I barely know insist on showing me their newly reconstructed body. I was honored that they felt comfortable enough to share something so intimate with me. I would look and try not to wince and agree with them that they looked fabulous. Now I myself am insisting that anyone that walks through the door see my new boobs, my new belly button, my giant scabby scar from hip to hip. And I think it looks fabulous. It doesn’t look like my body used to look. It looks like a sci-fi movie where the dr hacks off one body part and sews it somewhere else. But it also looks like a long happy life and that makes me happy.