The first time I
looked at my chest after surgery, I almost threw up. I guess I wasn’t prepared to see the destruction this cancer had
caused. It was really tough to look in
the mirror and see two giant wounds and now see two giant scars cross my chest. It is one thing to have the surgery and have
the cancer removed, but it’s another thing to have to see it. With the immediate reconstruction done, I
have breasts, kind of. What I really
have are two scarred up, rock hard, saline filled bumps on my triple ported chest. It’s not pretty or comfortable, but I trust
that my plastic surgeon will do his magic and make them beautiful. I have to go in every so often to have my
skin stretched to allow for the implants. I will get the actual implants once I am
finished with chemo.
Looking
on the Bright Side…with all these new scars on my chest, I hardly notice the
stretch marks on my stomach anymore!
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