Breast Reconstruction – Take 35

I can’t believe it’s been only a month since my breast reconstruction surgery. It feels like forever.

Last night, real late (in case I started crying like a baby), I took off the final bandages covering my abdomen. And when I say, covering my abdomen, that’s exactly what I mean.

By the way, you know you have a honkin’ big scar when you have to use about ten cotton balls soaked in hydrogen peroxide to prevent infection resulting from that scar. From “stem to stern” is what I keep telling people.

Coincidentally, the next person that tells me that I am lucky to have a tummy tuck, I’m going to punch them and yell in their face, “You want a tummy tuck? You go right to it, then. Be ready to go through 14 days of hell followed by about three to four weeks of purgatory.”

Wow. Uncharacteristic violence. Good thing I only have to do this breast reconstruction once.

 

Share This Story, Choose Your Platform!