HAPPY NEW BOOBS…ERM I MEAN YEAR

Posted on December 31, 2015 by badboobandshit under badboob, biopsy, Breast Cancer, breast reduction, breath, breathe, Cancer, cancer is a whore, christmas, family, elf on the shelf,concern, double mastectomy, drain bulb, early detection, emotions, environmental, family, feel yourself, fml, friends, friendship, fuck cancer, generosity, gift, grief, guilt, happiness, health,holidays, hope, hospital, Invasive ductile carcinoma, invasive lobular carcinoma, life, life sucks,love, mammogram, mark up, mastectomy, mindfuck, nerves, nervous, New Year, parenting,party, peen, plastic surgeon, post op, presents, proceeds, raw, real life, recovery, santa, scared,smile, snoopy, spirit, strength, strong, surgeon, surgery, survivor, tits, tumors

2015 Recap:

• Found lump in my breast 51 days ago
• Learned lump was cancer 38 days ago
• Two different cancers and both boobs removed from 9 days ago
• Alive and cancer free

What fucking year for me….For you….I know you guys have been dealing with some hardcore shit too….Fucking life is a bitch at times….Life is also good at times.

I’ve learned a lot about myself, my strength, my courage, my family; their strength and determination to keep me healthy, comfortable and healing properly. I always knew I was strong, I had no doubt about that….I may not always want to be strong….but it is what I have to do to survive and have our family unit run as smooth [bumpy, crooked, off the goddamned track] as possible.

So, last night….I had my first shower since surgery. Oh what a glorious feeling to have my hubby wash out all that goddamned dry shampoo that’s been sprayed on my head the past eight days….Oh what a tragic site to see myself fully unclothed for the first time….I kept psyching myself up all day….I’m not gonna cry, I’m not gonna cry….was my mantra for the day….

Well, I cried & cried on my husband’s shoulders….he reassured me all will be okay….then took a very deep breath and stepped into the wonderful stream of warm water and let it wash away all my tears and worries; if only momentarily. It was quite shocking to see me body and what once were my gifuckinormous & obnoxious breasts hung. When hub was rinsing my hair & face and I bent over, not breasts weighed me down….No breasts swinging left and right…No breasts getting in my me….No breasts….

Trying to prepare oneself to view their altered body is a big goddamned obstacle no matter who you are. I know slicing the tits off my body was necessary for me to keep my health. And I’ve been peeking at my (lack of) boobs for a few days making sure they remain clean and irritant free.

Medically speaking, the incisions look good & clean. The left drain bulb is still there and will remain until January 4th, unfortunately. Today the fluid was dark red as opposed to the orangey I’ve grown accustomed to seeing. The plastic surgeons office reassured me, this is normal & still healthy.

Mentally speaking, I’m still all sorts of fucked up. Obv, ya know. I just lost my breasts to cancer….fucking cancer…fucking two different goddamned cancers….But having you guys and your fuckery in the palm of my hand had been a tremendous boost to my well-being. Again, I thank each and every single one of you who have walked this road with me. I heart you guys and shit so hard!

I’ve not disclosed my treatment plan as I’ve yet to meet with my oncologist. I have the info the breast surgeon gave me, but I need to hear it from oncology before I release to you guys. It’s looking good….But fuck *insert giggle* if my treatment is what they say,  I feel guilty for getting off so easy; beside the losing my tits part. More on treatment next week.

19 just to 5 to CVS for more Advil and chocolates. I shall catch a quick nap.

Happy Fucking New Year to each and every single one of you beautiful motherfuckers.

Be kind to yourselves and each other.