I was going to try a Wordless Wednesday, but thought I should update from Sunday night's post.
Dr. Brandt was called in on Sunday evening for another lady's complications and stuck his head in to see us, too. He didn't have a clear plan for the daylight any more than I did. So... consents were signed for any possible scenario, and back to the OR on Monday we went. He opened the incision, washed out with saline and antibiotic solution, placed a new implant and left a drain. Oh, Jackson-Pratt, how I dislike you! Three surgeries now in 6 months - there are no nerves left to feel pain near the incisions. But the drain is kinda like being poked with a sharp knife, every time I move. When it quits draining fluid, it can come out - probably in a week or so. This was the best scenario of the choices we had to choose from. I was going to be one unhappy patient if I had an implant on one side and a bra prosthesis on the other! And my tolerance for intervention is lowering by the procedure, so I am not sure if I would have re-stretched and attempted reconstruction 6 months from now. We braved the foot of snow and -10 temps to come home late on Monday night.
The Wonderful part of Wednesday? I feel good enough to go to class. Far from great, but I can sit through orientation and a lecture. There is still forward motion in my life. Cancer and its treatment has consumed me mentally and physically for far too long. I am ready to focus on something outside of myself.
Bring it on, Grad School!