Friday, September 2, 2011
I was finally able to have the drain pulled after three weeks. Let's clarify...that's three weeks with no shower! I was a little apprehensive about them pulling it, but I have to say it really wasn't bad. I didn't even make a peep! My ego was bruised though, when they said they scheduled me at lunch time so there wouldn't be any other patients there in case I screamed. I just let that slide. The following day I was intent on getting the house straightened up. Not actual cleaning mind you, just putting things away and changing out some of the summer decor. By yesterday evening though, I was afraid I had overdone it. After taking my much sought after shower and getting in my pajamas, I literally fell into bed. I'm also dealing with itching all over my body, swollen feet and pain in my hands and feet. While lying there in bed, I started to cry. I don't allow myself to cry very often, but sometimes I just have to release all of the pent up feelings and emotions. I had caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and it was kind of like when a woman looks at herself for the first time after giving birth. I looked like I had been through a rough time. Well, I realized, I have. And I have a lot to be thankful for...a lumpectomy instead of the planned mastectomy, surviving cancer, and love and support like I have never known.