Well here it goes, as promised the follow up to my appointment for my new breast surgeons appointment. I am sure you have been holding your breath for this post! ( I know I have been lol)
After four weeks for grinding my teeth in my sleep. And breaking out in a rash on my legs, at last the big day has arrived. Before my appointment I filled out a TON of papers. Making sure I have all one hundred pages of pathology and radiology reports. I review all 15 pounds of my mammography and ultra sound pictures to make sure every single one was there to be viewed. The one thing that just stood out was the report form my last mammo stating ” highly suspicious” calcifications where found. How many more of these can I mentally endure? And its not just me! Its my husband, son, family and friends. I’m not gonna lie this completely sucks! New boobs are looking better and better!
I was referred to an amazing breast surgeon who my oncologist works with. I have never been in office that was managed so well and everyone there really and truly cared about you. After the physical exam we
spent about an hour in the doctors personal office going over my films and learning what it meant to have a mastectomy. She last not happy I have already had three biopsy after having a lumpectomy two years ago. And the last streotatic biopsy was pretty much precancer.In my mind I was already sold on what needs to be done . If it means not to have any more biopsies every 6 months and mentally freaking out every 6 months I want it where’s the paperwork let me sign it! At last a light at end of the cancer tunnel!
This Wednesday I’m now to meet with plastic surgeon to speak about the reduction and reconstruction of both breasts. I have so many questions going to my mind for him. How the surgery works, recovery time, if the implants will need to be replaced and how much pain I will be in. I’m assuming it’s going to be a lot of pain but nothing in life that’s worth having is not a pain in the ass!
I saw the movie a long time ago, ” I Wore Lipstick to my mastectomy”, Back then I didn’t know how much meaning it would now. I just need to figure out MY war paint that I will be wearing to my mastectomy!!
(Mine won’t be red, maybe I will do blue lol)