Over the past few weeks, my right Lady Lump (i.e., my post-FBC new “breast”) has had intermittent sharp pains. Between the sharp pains, I have felt itching…from the inside out. It has been annoying first and worrisome second. Maybe that order should be reversed.
So, I called my plastic surgeon to make an appointment. I had in the back of my mind that the time was coming for me to transfer the expanders to implants. One more surgery. Plastic to plastic. Such a strange thing to ponder.
Even stranger for me to say is that today I had an appointment with my plastic surgeon. He happens to be an exemplary clinician as well as human being. Silver Lining: I have been blessed with extraordinary health care during this entire FBC period. The strange part about the appointment stems from the fact that I just never imagined myself having a plastic surgeon, especially one for whom I remove my shirt every time I see him. I’m just sayin’…
So, the HOTY and I made yet another trip to Los Angeles to see my plastic surgeon. While there, the HOTY mused about how many hours we have spent at doctor’s offices. We lost count – quickly. One Silver Lining: the HOTY and I love to be together and all of these appointments have equated to A LOT of togetherness.
The Silver Lining of the appointment is that my lady lumps still look good which means that they are inflated and positioned just as they should be. The pain and itching is normal. My doctor assured me that these symptoms are coming from scar tissue that is continuing to develop from the radiation. One thing that I know for sure: as soon as I try to forget, FBC comes back to say “knock-knock. I’m still here!” FBC.
What came out of this appointment is that now is the time to plan for the next step in my reconstruction process. Another Silver Lining: this is the LAST step.
The procedure will involve a 2-hour surgery, including general anesthesia and a whole lotta stitches. I’m sure that there will be pain as well (though I WILL be the person to manage it swiftly and efficiently this time!). Additionally, I will be off of the Lefty-Lucie Tennis Circuit and Marathon Running Trails. Finding a Silver Lining to not exercising will be challenging. However, I know that one will indeed appear. They always do.
I know that I am not quite emotionally ready for another surgery. My doctor assured me that there is time, that this is not an emergent or even urgent situation. So, I’m hoping that in the next couple of months, I’ll be able to fuel and prepare for the next and LAST stage of this process.
The treatment process has been far from linear. The best way to describe it is by the image below. It is a long, crooked, sometimes backward process. However, the Silver Lining is that the end result is the same: Success!
They can because they think they can.