Two days ago, my body changed. I have a new and improved boob thanks to an enthusiastic, young plastic surgeon.
Over eight months ago my left breast was removed and a tissue expander, which I call the balloon, was inserted under the skin where my cancerous breast had been. This expander’s job was to slowly stretch the muscles and tissues to a point where the new “fake” breast could be implanted. For several weeks, I regularly went to the surgeon who “pumped me up” with a saline solution. For a few days after each pumping session, the muscles and tissues hurt as they were being expanded. After that the balloon behaved itself most times, occasionally acting up and making me feel uncomfortable. Would it break open? Would I have to go through all of that again? After giving the balloon a good talking to, it would settle down and life would go on.
So, now it is gone replaced with a silicone fake breast surrounded by fat taken from my hips to make it feel natural. I told the surgeon that she could take all the fat she wanted. Alas the stomach fat is still there.
In three months time, I visit the surgeon in her clinic where she will freeze the breast and attach a new nipple. Holey mackerel, this modern medicine is really something else.
So glad to be alive. Thanks to the kind friends who have supported me through this adventure. I have found that if you take it a day at a time, it is manageable. Keeping a positive attitude is the key. Some days that is harder than others, but if you work at it, you can beat this sucker.