I have a serious post brewing, but first I just have something to say that I want to shout from the rooftops:
I don’t miss my breasts.
Don’t miss them at all. I feel lighter, and more carefree, and oh so happy that I don’t have to carry the cancer around with me anymore. It’s simply unbelievable.
Sure, there are things I wish I didn’t have to experience as aftereffects of the surgery (I didn’t have a plastic surgeon close my incisions, so I’m lumpy in places and dimpled in others, but they say it will get better with time), but, overall? I feel better than I have in weeks. I accomplished all my goals on Monday (the appointments and playdates), all my goals yesterday (consulting work and playing with my children; I even lifted Little Bear into my arms for the first time since surgery!), and I have goals for today.
I’m planning for tomorrow, and March, and April, and 6 months from now. This is a huge change for me, and today I am grateful for modern science and the scientists and physicians who have developed a chemo regimen and surgery effective for breast cancer patients, even those of us who have IBC.