RECONSTRUCTION DAY

So, today is D-day. Today I say farewell to the fake foob and hallo to the new foob. Need I say more? Farewell to this uncomfortable blob on the left side of my body. Farewell to the port that cuts into me when I turn onto my left side at night. And, hopefully, hallo to a much more comfortable version of fake. Something softer, that does not push and pull and remind me of reality all the time.

I should have gone in on Thursday already - exactly one year after I had first seen a doctor about the spider in my breast. But there was no theater available. Then they had wanted to move it to last week Tuesday, but I still had to have my annual mammogram and that was scheduled for Tuesday afternoon. So today it is. I am not looking forward to tubes protruding from my body again, but I survived the last time and I will again. I am not looking forward to that hot-brick-planted-in-my-chest feeling again, but I have survived before and I will again.

Today they are removing the tissue expander (with port) and inserting a 400ml silicone prosthesis. They will also be lifting the right boob (yeah!) and moving the right areola (I don't have a left one!) into position. More scars. But I am going to have perky breasts for the nest 40 years, hopefully. I am not sure if I will mind the right one going south (again) after 40 years, but one never knows. The left one will stay perky for ever and ever.

All of this sounds scary when I write about it, or think about it, but luckily one can control your mind. I don't think about it. First the Pink Chicks are going to hand out KinderJoy chocolates and sparkling grape juice at GVI oncology here in East London. We are going in support of Irene, who is having chemo today at 10:00. You go, girl!

I have to be at Beacon Bay Life Hospital at 12:00. Not allowed anything to eat or drink, and I am really thirsty! Oh well, what one won't do for new boobies...

Lots of love. I am off on this new adventure.

A