Not a great night but I won’t bore you with the details except to say the pain killers gave me some funky lucid dreaming and excessive paranoia which was scarier than any pain I’ve ever had. Other than that I had a great sleep and have a wonderful nurse this morning.
On the technical side I have two different expanders and different size boobs again for the moment, this time alternate boobs.
The original offending breast is now the larger of the two (a small size A cup) with just the skin flap from my back and a gel like expander slightly pre expanded. The drain site on my back today is extremely painful, while yesterday I couldn’t feel it at all. A heat pack is helping with the sharp stabbing pain, thanks to the suggestion of my nurse who normally works in ICU.
My left side has a different expander in it which will not get any attention for a few weeks. Once I’m slightly healed they’ll start expanding it to match the other, then continue expanding both till it’s potential or my prefernce is reached.
The left is pumped by using a magnet to detect an injection site, while the right will have an exposed vowel until implant. Craaaaazy, cray, cray. In about 4 months I’ll be able to book for the implant surgery.
It’s real hard to know how much to do or not do to assist healing so that will be my first question for Michelle today, amongst a thousand others.
Currently Foster is playing a Glenelg trial game and I’m about to fall off my perch (dizzy from the meds), so I’m signing off for now.
Happy days xx (although last night I questioned more than once why I was doing this)
Ps obliging the request of no squirmish photos today Mike
Published by Debra Mesecke
I was 21 and I was planning a wedding, buying a house and had a job interview for the job of my dreams on my 22nd birthday. You see I was being made redundant and had to find a new job by August. Especially with the new mortgage now. It was April. I worked for CML and my new job was a done deal. All I needed was a medical. And with that, just like that....my life was turned upside down and I was diagnosed with CML, ha ha, I know the irony. My hematologist had a laugh at that too. I had Chronic Myeloid Leukeamia, which was normally reserved for 70 year old men. Quite rare for a young adult to get, so how would they treat it? I underwent two separate trials until finally it was decided my best chance of survival (all be it only 50% chance), would be a MUD BMT (matched unrelated bone marrow transplant), now known as VUD Allograt (volunteer unrelated donor). I was told 21 years ago the chance of finding a match was 1 in 20,000 (and that is everyone was on the bone marrow donor registry). Scary odds. So being the risk taker I am I said "go for it". They found a match and that was my first miracle in this journey. The second miracle was, it worked - new blood type, two different DNA profiles and the miracle of medicine was reborn inside me. The third miracle is my son.
25 years on, I now face a new challenge. Breast Cancer. Certainly not the first person to have cancer, to have invasive ductile cancer, hormone receptive and HER2 +, or to even have a dual diagnosis. But this is not another Webiste about a cancer survivor, this is just my excuse to finally publicly write. Along the way I am hoping I can share some insights I have learnt over the years and at the same time, give you a good belly laugh.
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