I almost hate to jinx it.... but I think I'm "done" with reconstruction. What do I mean by "done"? If you are NOT squeamish and really want to know, click here. (WARNING: link takes you to foobie pics. Not mine!) I had my last meeting with the plastic surgeon today, after putting the final touches on the reconstruction two weeks ago....... and she said to come back in six months just to make sure the implants are hanging in there. (So to speak).
Otherwise, I alternate visits with my surgeon and oncologist every three months. They do some blood work, poke around a little, and (so far) send me on my merry way.
I don't have to have any scans or other tests unless I have symptoms or weird lab results.
Four more years of Tamoxifen.
So I guess I'm not really done. But at least I seem to be done with recon (finally).
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September 2010
Three Year Survivor
A 2-year survivor
September 2010
Three Year Survivor
A 2-year survivor
NEW! Links of More Resources (or, things I learned at Breast Camp)
Helpful Links
Pictures!
To see all the pics on this blog in one place click here
Reconstruction Info. (Graphic Photos)
"I never wanted a pink ribbon or a gold star for surviving my cancer, because I thought that belittled the people who did not survive, and I knew that I might be one of them some day."
- Melinda Gordon, October 12, 2007
- Melinda Gordon, October 12, 2007
Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace,
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy;
O Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy;
O Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
1 comment:
um, hate to say it, but that would hurt like hell!
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