It’s been fifteen weeks since my mastectomy and all in all things are settling down nicely.
The new meds seem to suit which is a relief, though we won’t know if my cholesterol is affected until my diabetes MOT in May, unless of course I ask for it to be checked before hand.
Most of the time I don’t think about it, but obviously getting dressed or undressed, having a shower, or doing my exercises is a reminder.
I never liked my body much anyway, and ‘the girls’ weren’t exactly a selling point of my anatomy, a decent size I suppose as breasts go, but nothing to write home about or over noticeable. Now I’m down to a mono boob, there isn’t much difference!
This morning in the shower I soaped myself as usual and continue to be amazed at how tidy, smooth and flat my chest is on that side. You cannot feel the join and it’s weird to see my ribcage, as if a breast had gone 45º South. The football is still there under my arm though. I don’t know if it’s getting less or not to be honest.
I have proper feeling in my upper arm now rather than a fuzzy tickle, and still do the exercises twice a day. They help in keeping me supple and not stiffening up. Whoever designed them knew which muscles did what as I can feel them all working as I work my way through them.
We still don’t understand why I had a second strike, but that’s the luck of the draw I guess.
I’ve been reading a lot of my posts since October. My attitude and sense of humour haven’t changed, though there is still some underlying anger and ‘Why me?’ there. We can’t change what’s happened, and together we’ve faced it, dealt with it and got on with life.
I won’t have my next mammogram until September. Hubby knows I am anxious about it, wanting a clean bill of health on the other side which had not been affected.
It’s a long time to wait.
The darts team noticed a change in me this week, said I was more like my usual self, didn’t look so tired and had more energy. I felt high actually, non-drug or alcohol induced of course, but totally and utterly wonderful. The Precious was giving me full support, and the general atmosphere of the night improved our play no end.
I’m feeling better every day, though I must admit a little tired these past couple of days but then I’ve been walking the dog more often. I’m getting there. Hurrah!