So, its been 3 weeks since my stage 3, NAC surgery and I am still healing, but it is going great. I have traded in the “pillows” for some fancy little gauze blankets. Every morning I have to wrap up 2 gauze pads, per side, into a doughnut type shaped thingy, apply antibiotic ointment all over the new nipples, and wear these blankets on my breasts over the nipples all day and night. They do not look good in a t-shirt or any top for that matter. So I layer. I am wearing one of my old bras, which btw, are WAY too big, yea! They allow the support I need and also allow room for the blankets to not be squished hard and possibly flatten the new nipples. And the nipples are healing really pretty. Sentences I never dreamed of saying, I now say on a daily basis, “Hey, handsome, would you come look at my nipples for me” :) My man helps with this, because we have to watch for any necrosis (dying skin) And let face it, I cant see the underside of things very well. So all is good with that. I am hoping my visit next week with my PS (plastic surgeon) goes well and he will say no more blankets. And then, I AM GOING BRA SHOPPING!!!! (and if you know me, well you know I have alot of fun shopping for bras) Can I get a WHOOP! WHOOP! and an AMEN!
On the other side of things, I am down. I am struggling with some sad moments and it has been really hard the last few weeks. My body is sore and achy and I am very moody from the Arimidex. I have developed a tingling sensation in my hands and toes. Sometimes I can’t hold a pen to write my name. Have to see a new doctor for these symptoms. My eyes are crap, cant see close, cant see far away, ugh! I haven’t been able to run, which was really starting to get fun and I was really enjoying it. I did walk the Susan G. Komen race this past weekend and that was really awesome. Next year I will RUN it! But I am just struggling with stuff. I am snapping at my husband and kids, and have kinda shut down on my social activities. Which, I know, is not the right thing to do, but it just really hard right now. I know I will bounce out of this funk, but …..
So I started writing down, everyday, things I am thankful for. And I have alot of things to be thankful for. It helps. I am very lucky I caught it early. The treatments are working and I am healing . My family is very supportive. I am one lucky girl. blah blah blah…
Enough, whining. Geez, ya big cry baby snap out of it…
Best news so far, my curls are coming back! My hair is really growing fast and it has started to get a little curly. So excited about that. It is still short. It is also still pink in spots, and I am having to style it. Can I get another WHOOP! WHOOP! and an AMEN! I have never had my hair this short. Ever. Never. And I like it. Now, I do get really bad “bed” head in the morning, but so what, and yea! I have met some new friends that are about a year out of treatment and some of their hair styles are so cute, can’t wait!
Thanksgiving is coming. I am so thankful. I am so blessed. WHOOP! WHOOP! and an AMEN!
