DD-Day...
I know it's been a while, but there's been lots of "stuff"! Well it probably hasn't been that long, but time is somehow warping around me, distorting days & weeks, giving me the sense of time passing, yet yielding a sense of not really achieving very much! Ah well.
My surgery date's been set, from hereon referred to as DD-Day. I will bid farewell to my DD-cups on August 17. I've had about a week to get used to the idea of surgery, and I've decided that I'm infinitely more fortunate to be having reconstruction performed during the same surgery! Bless those surgeons... Surgeon #1 will take them off and step aside while Surgeon #2 will insert "pockets", which will be topped up with a saline periodically over the forthcoming months, to ultimately yield an agreeable "volume" (his term, not mine!). At this time, a few months down the track, another (smaller) surgery will be performed to remove the pockets (I think!) and insert the silicon. Voila! Sounds easy, huh? I'll get back to you.
The easy bit is having the reconstruction and mastectomy together ~ I can't imagine how difficult & uncomfortable I'd feel about having a mastectomy looming ahead with no reconstruction-carrot being dangled in front of me. I know everyone's different, but maybe I want to hang onto these womanly symbols, even if they are silicone.
Remember that scene from the Steve Martin film LA Story (showing my age!) where he's fondling Sarah Jessica Parker's breasts: after a pause and puzzled look he says "wait a minute, these feel wierd", she beams at him & says "yeh I know, they're real!" Love it. Must remember to drag that film out :)
And while I'm at it, I might pull out a copy of Sex And the City 1, just for that scene where the girls have all whisked a devastated Carrie away to some Mediterranean haven, where basking in the warm Mediterranean sun Samantha is horrified at x's non-preparedness for bathing attire vs. bikini line. I think you know what I mean. You've gotta laugh.
Since my last post I've found out that Chemo will start as soon as I've healed sufficiently from surgery ~ anywhere from 4-8 weeks post-surgery. And it's only going to take two weeks after the first session for me to loose my hair! For someone used to procrastinating, that's pretty swift! And did you know that NO hair is spared? So while I may not have to worry about which hair-mousse to use, I'll also be spared worrying about waxing my legs, my underarm, even my eyebrows. In fact, I won't even have to worry about mascara! OMG ~ that's what I'm really going to miss; not looking forard to that one!
Funny thing is, a few months ago I purchased a hairdressing voucher entitling me to a style cut & blowave, scalp treatment and full head of foils! Wow, imagine that! Impecable timing!! At first I thought I might give it away (expires this month!), but now I recon I might give myself the works; for someone who hasn't dyed her hair is ages, a full head of foils will be the perfect antidote for fearing flat hair in hospital. I'm serious! Anyone with fine hair will appreciate where I'm coming from. And even tho its all coming off a few weeks later, there's still room for a bit of fun, a bit of colour!
And if you happen by my hospital room, maybe you could offer to boof my coiffure; I'm not sure I'll be able to raise my arms to get there!
