I made it through the double mastectomy in May knowing I would soon be surrounded by beauty in some of my favorite places while eating delicious food.
My husband Danny and I flew to Barcelona and met our daughter who studied abroad. It had been over five weeks since the surgery and I still had some lifting restrictions. Being without cancer for the first time in years, my energy level soared! We hit the ground running and didn’t stop until the cows came home at O’ dark thirty.
Oh, glorious food! I tried to watch my portions since everything was prepared with simple ingredients and lots of butter. Chocolate croissants melted in my mouth, every morning. Restaurants used seasonal fruits and vegetables. I entered food nirvana.
After driving through France, we took the train to England. What a trip.
The timing rocked. The European adventure took my mind off my health and upcoming breast reconstruction surgery on Wednesday, August 28th. Yep. I have one more step in the breast cancer journey. I am lucky. As the poster child for early detection, I don’t have to go through chemo or radiation. My treatment consists of taking a Tamoxifen pill every morning. How hard is that?
Back to reality. When I arrived home, I weighed myself, but wasn’t too surprised. I didn’t gain any weight. We had walked for hours every day while on vacation and burned off the calories from the rich food.
Two days later, I had an appointment with my reconstructive surgeon. We discussed the swapping of the hard expanders behind my pectoral muscles to the silicone implants. This is not the silicone of the 1990’s. It is the same material used in hip and knee replacements.
I was looking forward to this routine procedure, so I can sleep on my side again without pain. It seems nothing in my life is routine.
He examined my breasts and scowled.
NOTE TO SELF: It is never good when a surgeon scowls while examining your body.
He didn’t like how my boobs are spaced apart. “I’ll have to reopen your pockets and move them closer together to give you a little cleavage. (Cleavage?) I will also do a liposuction procedure on your buttocks or flank. (Liposuction? Are you kidding me? What the heck is my flank?) I’ll inject some fat around your breasts to make them look more natural.”
I ASKED MYSELF:
Do I really need cleavage? The only time I ever had cleavage was in a Victoria’s Secret push up bra.
I ANSWERED MYSELF:
It’s my only chance to have nice bionic boobs. Let the man do his job. I’ll never need a bra again. They will defy gravity.
I knew he would be reopening up my horizontal scar across each breast, but reopening the pocket inside was something else again. And liposuction??? I thought about my self-control when eating in France.
After he left, I asked the nurse. “Is opening me up again to move the pocket a normal part of the procedure?”
“He does it on some patients.”
Then I asked her about tennis. I had been under the impression that at 8 weeks after the double mastectomy, I could participate in any physical activity.
“I wouldn’t play. I was a tennis player too and know how much upper body motion is used. What if you fall?”
I was so bummed, but I knew deep down she was right. I can feel the plastic backing of the nylon-like cups in my chest all the time. They are sewn behind my chest wall and don’t move with my body. The I can’t afford to tear the sutures. Sometimes the interior incisions still hurt when I stretch when yawning let alone stretching to hit a ball.
I had a physical therapy appointment the next day. I asked the therapist if moving the pockets closer together under my skin was normal and she said, “No. It’s usually just a simple exchange from the expanders to the silicone.”
Crap! So in a week I will be opened up once again. It is supposed to be a lot less painful since the surgeon will remove the expanders and not my own tissue, but here’s the kicker. The liposuction is going to hurt like hell. I have to wear some sort of girdle for a while to help with healing and blood flow. **groan**
“What if I gain 5 or 10 pounds before the procedure?”
The therapist laughed.
“It won’t help you.”
“Because you wouldn’t be making new fat, you would be enlarging your existing fat cells.”
“Wait. I don’t get it.”
“You are born with all the fat cells you are ever going to have. They expand and contract when you gain or lose weight.”
There wouldn’t be any fat generated in a place where there isn’t fat already.
“But my flat pancake-shaped buns don’t have much fat either, so wouldn’t it help if I gained some weight before the surgery and liposuction?”
I still don’t understand except that most of the weight gain would be temporary. The fat cells would shrink again when I start playing tennis. My breasts would look horrid like those photos on Google of the 90-year-old grandma with fake-out boobs in a bikini on the beach. Yuck.
Before I left, the physical therapist admitted it wouldn’t hurt to gain five pounds. And to think I watched what I ate in France. Dang!
Homemade is just not the same…
I baked like a madwoman. Chocolate cream cheese bundt cake and oatmeal raisin chocolate chip cookies are within reach. I haven’t walked for more than an hour or heard a cow moo since I’ve been back. There is a week left before surgery and I won’t have any problem gaining the weight. Now I know where the expression, “It’s a piece of cake,” comes from. Packing on the pounds is a piece of cake. Too bad it’s not a chocolate croissant…
You really should ask your reconstructive surgeon if it’s too late to order a set of Nike boobs — you know, the ones with the pump. That way you can adjust your figure to fit into a fun little black dress or set them to overdrive for Valentine’s day and school reunions.
Seriously, glad to hear things went well and keep your chin up for your next surgery… you may not have a choice!
I love it! Then I can, “Pump myself up!” That would be very convenient. Before tennis matches, I could deflate them a bit….I’ll pass that along next Wednesday..
My chin will be up and these expanders will be out. The new girls will not have a plastic baking and will move with my body. I can’t wait!
Thanks so much for stopping by!
You totally rock, impress, and amaze me! So happy that you’re cancer free and ready for your last phase: reconstruction. As for you lack of fat for the liposuction, I’d like to donate fat for you. I have plenty to spare, and I bet I’m even the right blood type!
And your trip sounds like it was fantastic. Loved all the photos along the way. Enjoying riding along!
What is with you and posting all these pics of D-lish food? I put on 3 lbs viewing them. Congrats on knocking this one out of the park! Although a trip skipping across Europe was not called for. I was happy just to go to the beach. I’ve become an apostle for early detection too. Thanks for sharing your great stories. One of my side effects from my procedure is I can’t hold my kids for 2 months. Go figure? Due to the radiation coming out of my belly. Have a great weekend and good luck on the 28th my friend!
The whole process is pretty amazing, don’t you think? I often wonder how they come up with this stuff. I kind of picture all these men in lab coats and glasses sitting around with a scotch on the rocks (my choice, maybe not theirs) discussing this like a football playbook. “Yeah, maybe we can take the fat from here and put it here. Maybe that would work”.
This time next year, this will be behind you, and you will look back on the whole thing from a comfortable distance. Your positivity amazes me. Do you ever get down about anything? (Rhetorical question, don’t answer.) I look forward to hearing about what happens next. You make it all seem like a walk in the park. Love to you and your family.
Ohhhh! Thank you. I do have my moments. Mostly I miss my social life which revolved around tennis. That will change.
I can’t wait for the surgery so I can move on with life in general. It shouldn’t be anything like the first one, so BRING IT ON!…..You’re right about looking back at the blur that was 2013. It will happen sooner than later!!
You could have the best excuse ever for indulging, Susie! And if I had a chance to gain some cleavage, I’d definitely go for it 🙂 Glad you had a chance to get away and enjoy yourself before Stage 2.
I LOVE food. You go, Susie!
Yep. I didn’t go for the fat transfer so it’s back to a healthy diet for me. Dang!
What a journey. Glad you’re closer to the end of it than the beginning. Thanks for sharing and I hope it’s all gone well for you up until this point.