me the next day after surgery
It’s been a while but I just needed to be me and not the wan who had breast cancer for a while. It had taken over my life a little between the fundraising, the blogging and “boobs on the run” but I’m back now and rearing to go. I need to finish the story for anybody heading into this horrible experience.
I slept ok the night of the surgery as I was so out of it from all the drugs, I was propped up on 8 pillows on the last count and basically slept sitting up on my back as I couldn’t move. I was very stiff and sore the next morning but the nurses got me out of bed to shuffle to the bathroom. It really was the same as the aftermath of a C-section really in a different way I suppose. I could barely walk but managed to get to the bathroom and Bruno helped me clean up, no shower allowed because my dressings weren’t waterproof and I got to change into a fresh nightdress. You can only wear buttoned clothing for a few weeks as you can’t lift your arm at all so I had stocked up on cheap buttoned nightdress from Pennys. The physio came to see me that morning and went through all the exercises I had to do to make sure I regained full movement in my arm, she warned me to do them 3 times a day as they are hugely important and I did. I never missed a set, there is 2 lots for the first few weeks and then some for when you have movement back. She also told me to try and walk around the ward as much as I could. I walked the hall the next day and you’d swear I had ran a mile it was so hard, it’s amazing how weak you are after surgery. Having to carry the drain from my wound around with me wasn’t fun either but I pounded(shuffled slowly) around the halls a few times a day for the week I was in, I felt like Rocky, I was going to get back to normal as soon as I could. The most horrible part for me during these “walks” was feeling like I had a basketball under my armpit, it feels so bulky where they bring the muscle across and you feel like you will never feel normal again but you will…
Everybody kept commenting on how well I looked, I was so focused on just getting better and so relieved to have the goddamn traitor boob gone, in a way I was on cloud 9. In my mind I was just so happy to have “woken up alive” from surgery and for everything to have gone ok. I was terrified of anything jeopardizing my recovery tho and was terrified of getting an infection so I was a bit anal about my drain, every time it stopped draining I was ringing the bell to get it checked, they are a nuisance as it kept having to be changed as the little pump stopped working. I also helped it along by pushing the fluid through regularly as I couldn’t go home until the drain was out. The staff in the Bons were so fantastic, my pain relief was on time and I was regularly told to let them know if I had any pain and they would give me something straight away. I mentioned I couldn’t wash my hair so a fabulous nurse called Aisling washed and blow-dried my hair for me twice, this is me 2 days after the surgery feeling like a million dollars after getting it done, I had to wear the fabulous white socks too as I was in the bed a lot so they used to bathe my feet for me. Sure why would I want to go home:)
Everything went pretty smoothly for the week, my Dr came to see me every day and was delighted with my recovery, he said I was recovering unusually fast. I still hadn’t seen the boob as it was covered in dressings but it seemed ok, the worst thing probably was the smell from the area, it was horrible and lasted about a month. The tightness across the back, arm, shoulder and boob is pretty uncomfortable but this all eases with time too…
I basically spent the week watching daytime tv, sleeping, doing my exercises, walking the halls and deciding what to eat for my next meal. The Bons is such a fabulous hospital, you can only recover there, the feeling of peace and tranquility there is so lovely and I really felt relaxed and that I was in great care so I flew through the recovery. I spent a lot of time on face-time with the girls in Limerick, they came to visit me on the Tues but Sofia wouldn’t come near me, she found it all very strange and stayed with daddy which was fine, I didn’t get upset or anything as it was all very different for her and I was just focusing on getting better to get home. I didn’t get upset once after my surgery, after the months of worry and stress I just felt so relaxed and happy to be out the other side. The pain or immobility didn’t bother me, I knew it was short term and soon life would be back to normal. The only thing that became bothersome alright was the drain, it started to pull on the skin at the opening so it got quite sore and had just started to get infected a little when it was removed. I had been dreading the removal to be honest as I had read all the horror stories on google, the nurse gave me pain relief about half an hour beforehand and then removed and changed my dressings and then I got prepared for the removing of it, closed my eyes, grimaced and then……NOTHING!!! I didn’t feel a thing but the relief in it being out I can’t even explain, you’re free again and I was back to being me.
I left the hospital exactly a week after surgery with a prescription for pain relief and 2 straight jackets, sorry I mean recovery bras. These things are horrific, the first one I had was too small and I could hardly breathe in it and the bigger one wasn’t much better, they are so tight and uncomfortable but so important for shape that I just got on with it. You get a lighter one for night time which I used to have to change into by 6pm as I couldn’t put up with the other one any longer, the relief when you take it off. Bruno and Alessia came to collect me with 4 pillows as we had to drive from Galway to Limerick which wasn’t going to be easy so I had one in front under the seatbelt, 2 behind and 1 to the side. It’s very hard to describe leaving a hospital after a week if you haven’t experienced it, you’re like a caged bird as I hadn’t left my ward for 8 days, it’s a strange feeling. You’ve been in a little bubble of hell while the rest of the world just got on with it, nothing had changed outside my hospital room but I had and my life would be changed forever. The drive home wasn’t too bad thanks to the motorway so there wasn’t too many bumps.
It was great to arrive home, I was weak as water and very uncomfortable, they had a fabulous little welcome home party for me just the girls and my mother so we all had tea and cake, the little faces on the 2 girls was heartbreaking, they were just so happy to have me home, they didn’t quite understand what was going on but could tell it was all very serious. I took up position on the couch with my 5 pillows and basically stayed there and recovered. Sleeping at night is probably the hardest part of the recovery as you are on your back on lots of pillows for a couple of weeks, Bruno had to wash my hair for me too for about a month as your arm is very stiff and it’s impossible to do it yourself, you are in a lot of pain for the initial couple of weeks but I had lots of pain killers and made sure I took them. I did my physio exercises religiously and this really stood to me as I have no issues with my arm now at all. I had to go back to Galway a week later to get the scar site drained on my back, again there was nothing to this even though Google said otherwise.
Once I got the dressings removed I got to see the new boob and you know what it was perfect. I couldn’t give a damn what it looked like, after being through so much you hate everything it stands for so I wasn’t going to waste any more energy on it, as long as I looked ok in my clothes that’s all that mattered to me. I was putting it all behind me and moving on, we went to a wedding a few weeks after the surgery, I bought myself a new dress, got the hair done and off I went, I felt different of course, I still wasn’t back and ended up in bed at 10pm. We headed off for a night in Mount Juliet in November and it was great to be me again…
By Christmas I was back to me which was about 10 weeks, it definitely takes a good 2-3 months to recover and about 4 months before you start forgetting about the stiffness in your arm and the pulling on your back, it just becomes normal then and you don’t even think about it anymore. THE FEAR on the other hand never leaves and becomes your new reality, I’ll speak about this in more detail in another post. Once I started to feel normal again I wanted to take control back in some way and decided to start running in January, I downloaded the Get Running App and off I went and was running 5k 7 weeks later by the time I had my 4 month check up.
Life was different but it was going to continue…