In the shower this morning I realised it’s been six months since my surgery.
As I soaped and checked myself it’s as if my chest has always been this way, as the scar is perfectly smooth and there is no puckering, ridges or dips in the skin. Seriously, you cannot feel the join and a master carpenter would be proud.
I noticed today I still have my tattoo, or one of them, from my radiotherapy in 2016.
I’d asked for butterflies, but was told I would have ‘freckles’ and like it. I had three dots which were used to line up the machine for the treatment. I was doing really well with SW at the time but was asked not to lose any more weight as it was throwing the images!
The procedure was painless and over in a few minutes, but sadly I’d fallen by the wayside of the weight wagon and found it difficult to get back into the swing of things.
It was just bad luck that a different strain came back last year in the form of Dick, and the boob and freckles had to go.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not feeling sorry for myself or regretting having the op (the alternative was unacceptable), though I have to confess I had hoped the football would have deflated by now. I spoke to my GP about it the last time I saw her, and she said there wasn’t anything they could do really. Bearing in mind I didn’t have the diagnosis or operation here, I couldn’t really expect anything different.
I am due to have the first of my reset mammograms in September, and sincerely hope that there will be light at the end of the current tunnel for me to have it. The only mammogram I’ve had in Lincolnshire was when we were in the cottage and that was at a mobile unit in Woodhall Spa. That would be OK but it is no longer available and I would now have to go to Lincoln Hospital where I had the boob fitting. Quite honestly, I would rather give that a miss as this was one of many reasons we kept all my cancer treatments and consultations in Cheltenham as it is a centre of excellence and the breast clinic deals with nothing else.
The Precious is still in the box and I rarely wear it. It’s nice to have the option, but I am comfortable (and confident) without it. I’m still doing the exercises, and other than the occasional twinge, I don’t notice its absence or feel any different.
It’s just as well I didn’t go for reconstruction as those surgeries have been put on hold with no dates set for reschedule. My SW consultant is therefore still waiting for hers after her op a year ago. She’s a lot younger than me though, but is doing OK anyway so isn’t too worried at this stage.
In myself I’m feeling good. The new meds are up and down in the flush stakes, but my BP is still good and the tiredness is subsiding to a degree. I’ve got my diabetes check due next month so have no idea if that’s going ahead. One of the possible side effects of my new medication is an increase in cholesterol. My levels have reduced considerably since my first diagnosis of T2 diabetes, and I have declined being put on statins to suit some GP’s tick list. We shall see.