I had a "modified radical mastectomy" on Thursday.
Saying it to myself makes it more real.
Modified because it was just one breast. Radical because removing an entire breast from ones chest is pretty freakin' radical.
No news yet from pathology on the tumor. That will be sometime this coming week.
In the meantime, my recovery is going well. Joe brought me home from the hospital on Friday afternoon. Since then I've mostly been sleeping except for small trips to the bathroom and to the dinning room table. Joe's been keeping me fed & medicated as well as cleaning my drains and charting the fluid amounts. We've had a visiting nurse come out twice so far to clean the bandages and make sure everything is looking good (so far, so good).
My sister-in-law, Whitney, arrived Friday night and Nia has been stuck to her like Velcro ever since. I'm so glad for Nia to have Whitney for the happy distraction from all this weirdness of seing me sick and flat-chested. But I miss my little one, too. She's been pretty much avoiding the bedroom and has even been sleeping with her aunty.
But, she is where she needs to be.
And I'm where I need to be. For now.
My attentive little chicken RN, Poppy.