A week after my surgery--the doctor unwrapped the bandages today and ta da! I've got myself a whole new set of boobs! They're quite high, thanks in part to the lift the surgeon gave me last year. I don't even have to wear a bra! The nipples are large but she told me they would shrink by as much as 90 percent when all is said and done. Now it's just a waiting game as the swelling goes down.
Dr. Ott said, go ahead, look in the mirror. I did and my first thought was, accept for the scars, no one would know the difference between what I had before and what I have now. One thing for sure, they are perkier.
So the moral of the story is when you finally reach the end of the road of the long breast cancer journey you have something to feel good about-- for me it's Playboy bunny boobs!
I joined Fitness Edge to start the long arduous road of getting back in shape. Before I was diagnosed with cancer I was much more fit, much stronger. It's very depressing to be huffing and puffing on the elyptical machine after just 10 minutes. My arms used to be so toned and fit. My triceps just wasted away. I think it has something to do with the surgery when they went into my back and moved the tissue to my left breast. The radiation on the left side, which hit my left arm probably didn't help either. I don't have any hair under that arm, that's how strong the radiation was.
But no matter. Little by little I'll get my strength back. I'm not bogged down by treatments or the major setbacks I had last year due to the reconstructive surgeries. No more excuses!
My birthday is next week. Taking better care of myself is my gift to me.