reconstruction

Have Boobs, Will Travel

The day after my mastectomy I was released from the hospital with a nearly concave left chest and a drainage tube at each end of the incision that ran from mid-chest to under my arm, stopping just short of my back. I looked like a Cyborg. Not until I saw my surgeon ten days later…

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Where In The World Have I Been?

Or more appropriately, where has the last week gone?? Is this what happens when you go back to work? You’re actually up and out and doing things and the next thing you know, the entire week is gone and you’re onto the next one? And not just the working thing, either, but Todd was in…

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This Chapter’s Over. Turn The Page

Yesterday was another pleasant drive into Philadelphia. Little traffic, not much in the way of frustrating drivers, great music and a Venti White Chocolate Mocha from the new drive-through Starbuck’s I pass on the way to the freeway. I drove straight to Penn Tower and found a parking space without the least bit of trouble.…

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A Bunch of Good Stuff

So what’s up? Nothin’ much going on here. Just the usual. You know. Todd’s at work – he’s got major short timer’s disease, but he’s making a valiant effort; Katie’s babysitting; Taylor’s at CIY in Tennessee – kind of like church camp only much more intense. Katie’s Little Homies are going camping this afternoon through…

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Two Down, One to Go

Apparently I’m back from hiatus. Does ten days qualify as a hiatus? And is it just me, or do you guys think of a hiatal hernia when you see the word “hiatus”? Just me? Hm. Anyway, today was the final touch up on my tattoos. Happy I am that’s over because it means my reconstruction…

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More Nothing

Today was my first day back at work since spring break and the kids’ first day back to school. To say this morning was crumby is an understatement! After more than a week of sleeping late to all of a sudden getting up at 6:30 – or 5:45 if you’re Taylor – was, in the…

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I’ve Been Inked

I made a trip into the city today for the final step in my reconstruction – my tattoos. Just like every other phase of the entire breast reconstruction experience it was kind of weird. I didn’t get Celtic knots or targets or even a rebel flag and a girl duck (Dixie and Daisy). I chickened…

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The Latest Installment of the Reconstruction Chronicles

My drive into Philadelphia today served as evidence that I’m still a long way away from my New Year’s Resolution. Here’s an example (singing in italics): Indescribable, uncontainable, you placed the stars in the sky and you know them by name, you are amaz… Buddy! This is a freeway, not a country road!! Who has…

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A Passing Blurb

Oy! I have so many things to blog about, not the least of which is a visit with our very good friends from Missouri. But it will have to wait a little bit longer. Before I go on to my riviting post I have to say a thank you to all of you who left…

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Frankenboob: The Sequel

This morning I was able to take the dressings off the three incision revisions. In my vast surgical experience I’ve decided removing tape is the worst “procedure” there is. Next time I’m throwing back a shot of whiskey and gnawing on a leather strap. I found myself on the brink of dangerous territory as I…

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