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We all have certain days in our lives that we hold dear or will always remember for one reason or another. September 26, 2007 is one of those days for me.....not just because it was the day I had my mastectomy, but perhaps it marks a new beginning of some sort for me.
A few days prior to my surgery, I talked to my girls, Germayne and Jayme and explained to them what would happen when I went in for surgery. They were initially afraid and thought it meant I would die. After assuring them that it was certainly not in my plans to die and that even if I did, that I would always love them, etc, they were suddenly excited for me. Germayne asked, "So, does this mean you're gonna look like us now?" Uhm..."Sure", I replied. I had to laugh to myself because in her eyes, this all meant a chance for us to be more "alike" versus her viewing it as me losing something. I tried to hold on to her perspective as the days drew near.
September 26, 2007 - All went well with the surgery. I essentially had a skin-sparing left breast mastectomy and one lymph node removed. I believe the surgery must have taken 2 to 3 hours because I went under a few minutes after 7 am and I became alert around 11 am. Other than being groggy for a while, I wasn’t in any major pain. I was ready to GO HOME. Of course I’d talked to my surgeon a few days before the surgery and told him that they told me the procedure was an outpatient one and he told me that he didn’t require his patients to leave and that I could stay for a day or two and that perhaps I would be ready to leave the same day. Boy, was he ever right! I REALLY wanted to leave. (I'm not advocating that mastecomies be outpatient procedures, but I do understand. Unless there is immediate reconstruction I can certainly see how one may want to leave - I think the patient should decide) I did not sleep that night….the nurses were coming in one right after the other and whatever the dosage was on my IV, kept me going to the restroom at least twice an hour all night long!! I was ready for some sleep.
Although I thought I would be receiving the port-a-cath at the same time as my mastectomy, my surgeon did not insert it. He prefers to do it the same day or closer to the day that I start my chemo treatments, so I’ll get it soon.
I’ve been home for a week now and I’ve gotten some good rest. I haven’t had much pain although I do have some discomfort and stiffness at times in my arm. I have another drain that I’m tugging along. I would dare say that my drain is the biggest complaint I have about the entire procedure….it’s so in my way! Hopefully, it will be removed in the coming days.
I still have yet to remove my bandages….I’ve been peeling them off slowly each day.
I have a follow up visit with my surgeon in a few days and hopefully all of my final pathology reports should be in.
I do realize that having a mastectomy can be quite painful and even devastating to some women and I really thought that I would have been a little sour after having it done, but I’ve felt amazingly refreshed and I know it is in no small part due to the support and love I’ve received from so many people. Again, I must note how continuously thankful I am as I journey through this phase in my life.
All is well. I'm feeling fine and looking forward to getting this all behind me.
Thank you Sharon P., Paula M., Sandra D. Anita D. Karen M., Sonia, Evelyn, Virginia, Martha, Kate, Pam F, Karen H., Kathy R., Joni, Diane D.
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