Breast Reconstruction – Take 52
I mentioned in the last post about how much fun Ken and I had going out boating with Dave & Debbie. Actually, we never even left the dock. Engine trouble. We still had a great time.
Continue Reading »I mentioned in the last post about how much fun Ken and I had going out boating with Dave & Debbie. Actually, we never even left the dock. Engine trouble. We still had a great time.
Continue Reading »Yesterday, Ken and I went boating with some friends, Dave and Debbie. They had been excited all summer to show us their new pontoon boat, but they had to wait until I had healed up sufficiently from my breast reconstruction surgery. It was nice to get out on the lake, away from doctor’s offices, cancer […]
Continue Reading »My abdominal binder.. it has finally been laid to rest. In the garbage can. It’s about bloody time.
Continue Reading »I know I was scared of putting on a bathing suit for the first time since my breast reconstruction surgery in June. What I should have been scared of was the tube. I went tubing yesterday–with my bathing suit and without my abdominal binder. We hit a wave and I went flying off the tube. I […]
Continue Reading »Today will be my first time wearing a bathing suit since my breast reconstruction surgery. I’m scared.
Continue Reading »At my last appointment with the plastic surgeon–a month ago already–I complained to him that my abdominal scar was healing crookedly (my stomach looks bigger on the right side). He replied, “We can fix that.” Easy for him to say. He’s already going to have to fix the left sagging boob down the road someday […]
Continue Reading »Today, I took my abdominal binder for a walk… went hiking for the first time since my breast reconstruction surgery. I made it to the outlook. Next time, Fragrance Lake. Go me. Go me.
Continue Reading »Thursday’s to-do list had over ten items on it. Today’s just has one: 1. Find someone who has a boat, willing to take me salmon fishing.
Continue Reading »I’ve noticed something strange since my breast reconstruction surgery. I feel like doing anything and everything as if I’m afraid life is going to be passing by. Sure, I was kind of doing that anyway, what with a poor cancer diagnosis at the age of 42. But, since that surgery, I sort of feel like […]
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