Blood pressure scares and weakness aside, I’m recovering. The surgeon unwrapped my dressing this morning and took a look at my chest. She’s happy with the results, and so am I. The fear that I had after seeing the mastectomy pictures in the Orlando Sentenial months ago? Groundless. Already, my wounds look better. Already, I can see that they will heal nicely.
Already, I can look down at my chest and not be repulsed.
In fact, I am relieved. All I could think of when I saw the unfamiliar flat space on my chest was HURRAH. The cancer, the weight, the aches, the pains, and again, the cancer, is GONE.
GONE, my friends. I couldn’t wait to tell you.