The aftermath of Surgery

I had the opportunity to say Fuck You directly to cancer, and I took it by the balls. I’m not tooting my own horn here (although I love to do that and my friends find it really annoying, but they still love me), but it takes a certain kind of strength to be willing to remove your breasts, nipple and all, to throw away the chance to breast feed my future children, to risk having men turn me away because they think I’m some sad sick girl, people I thought would support me through anything we’re talking behind my back saying I was doing the surgery for attention, that nothing was wrong and I didn’t need the surgery. Well guess what, not the damn case. I had a great friggen rack, I mean for the breasts I had pre surgery, I really wasn’t doing bad for myself. Why on earth would I give up great breasts for my current ones, just for attention? You have to be a major hypochondriac to do something this drastic and major. See the picture below for proof, it was taken the night before my surgery.

Surgery happened and I was discharged after 2 nights in the foothills and back to home I went. It wasn’t easy getting in and out of bed, not to mention being a woman, having to use the restroom was hard enough because of the drains coming out of my sides. Every time I moved my arms I would get searing burning pain that would last for hours. Only ice packs would minimize the pain, but I was on Gabapentin, Toradol, Tramadol, Percocet…aka a whole bunch of heavy-duty narcotics. I was high as a kite 99% of the time for about 3 weeks straight until I got my drains completely removed. Which brings me to my next point.

My drains being removed was seriously almost orgasmic, any woman who has a double mastectomy will agree with me on this point. It can be painful but I personally would way rather have them removed over and over again than ever have them put back in. On top of this you get to swear these sexy as fk bra’s…and all the drugs that make it impossible for you to goto the bathroom so you look 6 months preggo…sexiest time of my life people. Damnnnnn girl you fine…. not.

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Once the drains were out, I had to wait about a week to have the bandages removed and any stitches that hadn’t dissolved.

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You can see in the picture above there was still a lot of fluid building up under my right implant, that’s why they’re isn’t much of crease under the implant because of the swelling.

Now I haven’t told many people but at my last follow-up, we confirmed 3 masses in my chest. There is one large mass under my left implant and in my armpit. Its pushing my implant forward which you’ll see in my below photo. I have a second mass above my right implant near my sternum and third mass in between both implants near the bottom of my right implant/chest area. With that being said I do have another surgery planned, I just don’t know enough details to fill you in but I will once I know the scoop.

img_2464So there you have it guys, my boobs out there for the world to see. Nipple free and all!

Catch ya on the next post!

 

Support all the way from Australia

Mum, thank you for you ever calming presence and your unconditional love and support all the way from the other side of world. You and Papa Bear have really been a rock and a saving grace for me these last 11.5 years and I don’t think I would have made it this far without having you two in my life. I love you both so much!

Baby sissy Kye. Thanks to your hubby Brendan ( I adore him) for reading you the questions while you did your video. He’s so sweet! Thanks for being such a huge part of my life and such a big support system for me, I know I can always count on you no matter the time of day for a good vent session and some quality sister time. I’ve literally watched your grow from a teen girl to a beautiful woman and a married one at that! So blessed to have you in my life and to have you’re support through all of this. Love you loads!