Breakfast with Dad. Some shopping stops on the way home. I’ve been reading about post-op care. I need some clothes I can step into or button up the front. Mhmmm. That eliminates a number of my tops for awhile anyway. Can’t reach above my head post-op. I found some flowery summery tops on sale that might kind of hide a vacant right side until I get things in order. A step-in camisole. I surf the web looking for mastectomy bras and stuff. I don’t know what I need yet.
Finally get home. I find a voicemail on my cell and a message on my home phone from Dr. C. Needs to know which implant option I want so they can get the parts ordered. Please call the office on Monday. I’m impressed. He’s working on a Saturday. For those of you who are physicians or in a physician’s family, you say, “But of course.”
Over the days between diagnosis and surgery, I consult with my friends who have had breast cancer and surgery, either with treatment or without treatment, or with reconstruction or without reconstruction. These women are a blessing to me.
Over the days between diagnosis and surgery, I consult with my friends who have had breast cancer and surgery, either with treatment or without treatment, or with reconstruction or without reconstruction. These women are a blessing to me.
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