Reading over my last few posts I realized that I was really upset two posts ago ("Spoke too soon?") and improving in the previous post ("32C") but that I hadn't yet written to tell you how I'm feeling now, five days after that last doctor's appointment. Gradually over the last five days I've started to feel really happy with the results of my implant surgery. The steri-strips (a white tape the doc puts over the incision) are completely gone now and I can clearly see what I'm dealing with. It's not bad. It's actually pretty good. Firstly, the mastectomy scar still looks surprisingly really good even after being re-opened. Secondly, the differences in the two breasts really aren't as dramatic as I made them out to be. Basically, I think what happened is that when I came home from surgery and took my first look at the results, I jumped the gun in getting so excited about how perfect they looked. In the back of my mind I knew there was a good deal of swelling contributing to the two breasts looking so similar, but I wanted to be positive and happy and excited. As the swelling went down though, reality set in. They are never going to look like a proper pair. (But hey, my original boobs were actually pretty dissimilar to begin with!) Now I'm feeling really happy with them and am back to my old feelings of "I don't think I want a lift" and "I definitely don't want to mess around with nipple reconstruction." However, I know that they may continue to change a bit as they settle and so, again, I am keeping an open mind and just seeing how I feel, and how they look, over the course of the next few months.
Everything else is great. I'm missing the gym, of course. I still have 2-1/2 weeks of no gym and it's driving me insane! I've started reviewing the work I had left off with when I left school towards the end of the semester. I have until sometime in May to complete those two courses. And I'm getting ready to return to work next week. Next week I also have a dietetic internship interview, so wish me luck!
I always knew 30 would be a big year for me...I just never imagined breast cancer would be the reason.
How I came to this blog
For as long as I can remember I had been so excited about my 30th birthday. It was going to be a big year for me, I could feel it. I had no idea a breast cancer diagnosis would turn out to be the reason. I was actually told I had "early breast cancer" at 29, about three weeks before my 30th birthday. What I had is called Ductal Carcinoma In Situ (DCIS), which is also considered "stage 0 breast cancer." While it was caught at the earliest possible stage, and my life was never in immediate danger, I still had to undergo mastectomy, including lymph node removal, and reconstruction. My birthday came and went a couple weeks before my mastectomy. More than once I looked down at the "F 30" on my hospital bracelet and wondered, "where did my 30th birthday go?" This will definitely be an interesting year.
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