Pride is over rated. In fact it is one of the first things to go when diagnosed with breast cancer. Obviously it is not the first thing to go… the breasts are the first to go. Pride left shortly after.
Here is a lovely photo that was taken about 4 days post surgery. My poor belly was still pretty swollen, there are spiffy drain tubes poking out in several places. You also get to see a glimpse of Muffy in her penthouse. I have an adorable new belly button and below that an impressive line of sutures that goes from hip to hip.
I am healing well. A couple hiccups in the recovery, but other than that I am doing good. Still incredibly sore and have very little energy. The whole ‘no lifting more than 5 lb’ rule is just plain silly. Everything weighs more than 5 lbs!
All of the drains have been pulled, special tape added to my sutures for reinforcing.
There have been so many doctor appointments since the surgery. On one of my recent visits I was informed that I get to have a colonoscopy. Ick. Double ick. The idea of what happens during that procedure is creeping me out. They want to put that thing where? Shudder. Apparently the prep is suppose to be the worst part. Doubtful. The prep is done in my home in the privacy of my bathroom. The procedure is another story. Oh well, time to put on my big girl panties (oh wait, I think I have to take those off) and just have the darn thing done. I think I am only allowed clear fluids while prepping. Vodka is clear, right?