Implants= in! That second reconstructive surgery was a piece of cake! I haven’t had any pain. I can tell that I have drains sewn into the sides of my torso, but they don’t hurt. The incisions along my breasts don’t hurt. I feel just fine, so it’s annoying to have to take it easy. When I woke up in the recovery room, there was a man snoring his head off, and I calmly told the nurse, “I become irrationally angry at the sound of intense snoring,” and then politely added, “Do you know when my room will be ready?” While being wheeled from recovery into my room, I chatted with one of the nurses who had recently finished chemo for breast cancer. She mentioned a 30-something pharmacist who used to work at Mo Bap who was undergoing chemo for breast cancer, and I said, “Alison ****?” And she said, “Yes!” and I said, “That’s my girl! We have the same plastic surgeon!” So many St. Louis moments during this cancer process. Turns out Alison was downstairs getting her chemo while I was having surgery, and she saw my post on Facebook about being at the hospital, so she came up and saw me in my room. Alison is lightness and goodness. Because of her type and stage of breast cancer, she had to undergo radiation and extra chemo, but she’s positive and vivacious, and I’m grateful to have met her. She’s going through this having two young kids, so PROPS to her. So many props.
Because I’m Jenny Who Shares Too Much Information, I’ll just put it out there that the worst part of this recovery was when I didn’t think to take Miralax after I got home from my one night in the hospital. Painkillers=constipation. My sis, bro-in-law and their kids live with us right now while they wait to move into their new home, and if B-I-L didn’t feel like we were family beforehand, I’m sure he does now. Thanks for giving me one of your daughter’s suppositories, Joe, and for listening to me moan on the couch about the brick-sized stool that refused to leave my body. The other struggle has been that my Tamoxifen-induced hot flashes are extra hot and flashy because I have to wear a vest-like bra. But fuh real, doh, this surgery was a breeze. Drains come out on Thursday.
I’m bored and restless and drinking wine—>
You’re red. With a tinge of yellow.
You flow more heavily on the right side. Is it because I’m right-handed?
Why are more people right-handed?
The left hand is the Devil’s hand. That’s the wicked side.
That’s where the tumor grows.
Boob Juice/ A Moose Named Goose/ A Girl Who’s Loose/ Don’t Get Caught in a Noose/
Cancer/ Tiny Dancer/ A Reindeer Named Prancer/ I’m a Lancer
“The Picture My Ex-Boyfriend Made Me That You’ll See in This Video”
That picture behind me in this video/
My ex-boyfriend made that for me for my 21st birthday.
He painted a picture of the Venice Cafe where we had one of our first dates/
The columns are three-dimensional.
He made the frame from scrap wood out of a garage being torn down in his neighborhood
It hangs on the wall in what was my mom’s office before it became my convalescent chamber
I wonder if anybody will ever love me like he did.
*Warning, if bodily fluids gross you out, don’t watch this video!