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Four weeks post mastectomy

Hi! I just realized I never followed up on the BRCA FAQs! Blurg! Sorry, that's me sometimes... most of the time.. completely forgetful. For example, towards the end of the school year when things were ramping up for end of the year activities, I forgot to pick my kids. Yes plural. Kids up from school. Twice in one week. Don't worry, they forgave me. 

Just like I eventually remembered to drive the 2 blocks to get my kids, I will remember to answer all of your BRCA questions! 

But for now I will update you on my progress! Today I am four weeks recovered from my preventative double mastectomy! Some new developments are 

 

1- I am back at work!

I am a stay-at-home mom of four kids ages 2-7. They spent three weeks in Dallas with the grands, and last Sunday they were released to come home! The Dude went back to work on Monday, so I was back to work as well. I was super ready to have them home, but maybe not so ready for their noise and mess. Isn't that just how it goes.

 

I'm like, please bring the hugs and kisses and cute drawings but go ahead and leave behind the wet clothes on the floor and dumped out shampoo bottles and the newfound freedom to tell me 'no' back a grandma's house. mkay? 

But they really have been pretty good and very helpful and not at all whiney about not getting to go anywhere all week. Probably because the grandmas kept them very busy! {I keep saying 'the grandmas' because both my mom and my mother-in-law live in the Dallas-Fort Worth area and were able to split up the three weeks amongst themselves. Plus, they are friends, so I didn't have to coordinate where and when the kids would be at each house. I basically just dropped them in Dallas and let them figure out the rest!} 

2- I tried out driving!

The doctor cleared me to drive at my last appointment, but we just hadn't gotten around to it yet. So this weekend I drove to the mattress store. Random, I know. And then I took two kids with me to small group with my church on Sunday night. Monday I drove quite a bit. To the doctor's office and back, and to my daughter's softball game and back, and today my arms were pretty sore, so I tried to take it a little easy.

3- I cooked dinner!

I have been unbelievably spoiled by my church family. They brought us meals clear up until last Friday. That is almost four straight weeks of homemade deliciousness. Seriously, the women at my church can cook. It was fun to be surprised every night as to what we were eating. I especially loved all the variety of dessert! At one point my counter looked like an all-you-can-eat dessert buffet. And so we did. 

Which explains the need for #4.

4- I started walking! 

I have a lovely walking trail about a block from my house, so Monday I got up early and walked the whole thing. It took me about 30 minutes and my back was pretty sore afterwards and I nearly lost an eye swatting off all the mosquitos, but I did it!! However, this extra activity contributed to my fatigue today I believe, so no walking today, just resting mostly.

So that's wat I can do, now I will talk about how I am healing up. This would be the point in the blog post where fathers, sons, and the especially squeamish might want to exit. Thanks for coming!!


Okay- now we can get into the real girl talk. haha. I have had several people ask me if I have any chest at all, or if I am completely flat. I will address this in the FAQs, but just to set the record straight, I do have a chest right now, similar in size to what I had before, but so much different. Right now I have implant expanders installed which help stretch out my pectoral muscle which is now on the outer edge of my chest as opposed to under it. The expanders sit really high, are rock, and don't move at all. I feel slightly like an engorged robot. 


My scars are healing up nicely. They are still quite dark, but I'm sure that will go away with time. My stitches has dissolved. I was gifted some frankincense essential oils which I have been using on the scars, and actually my entire breast to encourage healing. I'm pretty new to oils but I have some really knowledgeable and generous gals in my corner and they gave me several leading up the this surgery. 

My energy level is super low right now, not at all what it was before the hysterectomy. But I trying to remember that I have had two major surgeries in two months and I need to be patient and give myself time to heal. 


Thank you all for coming along on the journey with me - it means so much to me that you are here. I can't wait to see what 6 weeks post-op will look like!





two week post-op recap {my bra story}

Hey night owls! It is 11:30 pm here. I wish you could come over and have a snack with me and I could just tell you all of what I am about to type. One thing about me, I really like to talk. I will talk anyone's ear off who is kind enough to listen. I have had several sweet friends come by to chat, check in on me, and even fold my laundry mountain. And when they are here I literally talk non stop from when they step in the door until they leave. Maybe it is because I have a lot to say, not necessarily valuable things to say... but things nonetheless. But It is probably because I am spending the bulk of my days alone right now. Two weeks and 4 days ago we took the kidlets down to Texas to spend some time with their grandparents while Cameron and I talked my double mastectomy. I have written previous posts about why I needed this procedure and how everything has been going up until this point. You can find all the posts related to this topic in the tab "BRCA1- MY STORY" under my photo on the right. 

It's been pretty tough not having them around, I would say that maybe that has been the hardest part in this whole process. Not that I don't ever want to let them love on their grandmas for a couple days, but come on, three weeks is a little much. It has been SO quiet in the house. And Cameron and I had to admit to ourselves last night that without our kids, we are pretty boring. 

But, a big but, I needed them gone. To rest and to fully heal, physically and emotionally. I would not have been able to provide for them even their most basic needs the last two weeks. So we sent them to some people who love them to the moon and trust me, they weren't suffering. 

 

I have had a lot of recent questions about my progress, so I thought I would share some details. 

WARNING: THE EST OF THIS POST CONTAINS GRAPHIC INFORMATION ABOUT MY SURGERY AND RECOVERY. IF YOU ARE SQUEAMISH, OR MALE, OR BOTH YOU MAY CONSIDER EXITING NOW. 

 

Okay, sorry for that unexpected public service announcement. I would just hate for someone to be reading along and suddenly be very uncomfortable. lol. 

So, we left off last Monday before my post-op appointment and I left you all on pins and needles wondering if I would get my drains out. Well, to my surprise, I did! I hardly drained at all after three days, so I was pretty sure we had botched the whole operation. But my doctor said that due to my age and health, I just don't have much extra drainage and they were fully expecting this kind of healing. 

Getting the drains out was super strange. Keep in mind that I don't have much feeling. In fact I am still almost completely numb today. The nurse told me to take a deep breath in and hold it. Then while I was holding my breath she would pull out the tube. And when she had the tube out she would tell me so I could let my breath out. It felt like... well like someone was pulling a tube out of me. Which was really strange because that isn't a normal sensation. My left side is a little less numb, so that one hurt a little, but just at the surface, skin level. 

The minute the tubes were out I felt like a new woman! It was quite freeing. 

Successes from last week was still slow going, but I decided to start trying to put some clothes in the wash, which I was able to do. I could also put dishes away and load the dishwasher. I can pull normal shirts over my head now, as opposed to zip-up hoodies or button-upshirts. I can open the house and car doors. I am completely off of pain medication, Demerol and Advil. I am sleeping through the night, in my own bed laying on my back with two pillows! 

But some things are still difficult like twisting off the lids of jars, laying on anything but my back, and stretching a sports bra on over my head, and eating an entire pan of brownies. Notice I said difficult, not impossible. 

 

I did get some great news from my surgeon, the pathology from my breasts that was sent into the lab at time of surgery to biopsy for any latent, sneaky cancers can back clear! Praise Jesus, we beat it! That was the whole point of this so I am super happy! My friend told me that we have a name, people like me, we are called PRE-vivors. Because we survived the cancer before we got it. I like that. 

 

I am really doing very well, much better than I ever expected to be at this point. I truly believe that God has honored the prayers of all of my friends and family. So much scripture was prayed over me. It is stunningly remarkable, God's lovingkindness in both the big and small things in life. 

 

Today I had another couple appointments, one to check in with my beast surgeon to see how I am healing, and she said everything looks great! Then I met with the plastic surgeon for my first fill. Remember, I have tissue expanders in my chest right now. I describe them like deflated basketballs. They have a port in them, just like the air port on a basketball. The doctor uses a magnet to find the port so she knows where to place the needle. Then she places a needle and fills the expanders with saline, about 50-100ccs at a time. 

So this afternoon my friend took me to my appointment because something came up at work with Cameron. I was excited to have her along because she is a PA student, so I felt like she would be interested and not at all weirded out, and she is super sweet and just a lovely, kind person to have around! 

So the doc filled me up a little bit, I got 50ccs today, and she said I could expect to have a dull muscle ache for about 48 hours. And I do. I am actually pretty sore again and I'm not sure I will be able to lay down in bed tonight, it might be back to the faithful electric recliner. Right now my back is what aches the most. The muscles in my chest which are being stretched over the expanders are pulling my shoulders forward and I am trying hard to fight back so that I'm not a hunchback when this is all said and done. But I think that is contributing to the pain. I also was very active today compared to all the sitting, reading, and computer tinkering I have been doing. Today I went to Target, to my appointment, did a little shopping in Wichita with my friend, and helped Cameron stain the bunk beds he made for the boys. It's nice to be able to do some things again, but my energy level is super low.

 

Today after my appointment, the Dude and I had plans to leave straight and go to Dallas to see the kids and spend the Father's Day weekend with our dads, but because of the issue at work, we have to wait until the morning. I'm a little disappointed, but I am just so happy that we will get to see those sweet faces and hug them TOMORROW!! I know that I can now take care of at least their basic needs, and they will be greeted back home with a pile of outdoor toys to keep them happy at home for a few more days. 

 

I am working on a FAQ post concerning everything that's been going on lately concerning BRCA. If you have a question, leave it in the comments and I will try to answer it! 


Thanks for coming along and loving me through this process. I am thanking God for YOU!!


~Elizabeth








one week post op update

On any given Monday morning in June you can find me with my four kids running around town, maybe to the store, or on a walk to a park or nature center. We would be making plans for lunch with friends and a quiet afternoon rest followed by a water fight in the back yard.

But last Monday, the first day of June, looked a little different. At least for me. My kids were still owning their warm summer morning, but this time with their grandma as I was wheeled into my second surgery following my BRCA diagnosis in November. 

 

 

Last Monday, one week ago today I was in the operating room for my bilateral mastectomy with reconstruction. Thankfully, this event had been saturated in prayers from my church family, and my family and friends. I felt calm and assured, and Cameron kept the mood light. I was thankful to be headed into the operation with a clear handle on what life would look like afterward, I felt prepared. 

About four hours later I woke up in my room. I don't remember much, slipping in and out of thick anesthesia. But as the minutes ticked by I remember my first coherent thoughts. 

-I can't breath. 

I could breath, but I could not take a deep breath. I was laying flat on my back with what felt like concrete blocks sitting on my chest.

-I could not move

This was not an exaggeration. I felt paralyzed, I could not even lift my arm off of the bed. I had oxygen in my nose to assist my shallow breathing and my nose was itching, but I could not lift my arm to scratch it. Later, a nurse came in and told me to roll over. Roll over??? Was she nuts? No. I told her sternly. I am NOT rolling over. Thankfully she didn't make me.

-I wanted to cry

But I didn't, because I knew it would hurt. 

About an hour passed, maybe a couple of hours, and I finally woke up enough to realize that I would probably be more comfortable if I could scoot up in the bed so that I could elevate my head and wouldn't be lying flat on my back anymore. But I still felt paralyzed. So two nurses came in and grabbed the four corners of the sheet I was laying on. I remember pleading with them to go slow when they counted to 3 and quickly slid me up the bed. I heard myself make the strangest pain-induced groan. And then it was over and I was instantly 100 x more comfortable. I'm thankful they didn't go slow. 

 

The next morning was remarkably different. My pain was now under control and I had function back in my arms. I could scratch my own nose!! Cameron sent rapid updates to family and friends on my progress. 

-She can lift her arms!

-She is sitting on the side of the bed!

-She just stood up!

-She took a walk around the room!

-We are going home after lunch.

At about 3pm Tuesday, we were back home and I was sitting in a borrowed electric recliner surrounded by pillows. I have been in this recliner for about 23 1/2 hours of every day for the past week. I have been on constant round-the-clock pain meds, Demerol and Ibuprofen, which have kept the pain at bay. Mostly what I experience is a strange numbness and a tight feeling. It feels like I am wrapped tightly in bandages, but there is nothing there. The expanders are big and hard, It feels like they half of them are in my armpits. I can feel pressure, but otherwise there is no feeling yet. I also have two drainage tubes, one on each side (I was expecting four, so this was a pleasant surprise). These tubes are annoying and totally gross if I think about them too long. 

I have far more function than I thought I would. I can take a shower and wash my own hair, I can open the refrigerator and put on my own socks, all things I thought would be impossible in the first week. I still need help with lifting things, reaching for things, and twisting things open like jars or door knobs. 

I have a follow-up appointment with my plastic surgeon today in which I am hoping to get my drains removed and to come back with a good progress report. I am happy to report today that the pathology reports on my breast tissue came back cancer free! Praise the Lord for his lovingkindness!

I want to close up this report with some encouragement. When I first was faced with BRCA, I confided in my closest friends and family, but hesitated to open up to the church, let alone the public. I didn't want people looking at me and thinking about all of my personal issues, like new boobs and menopause... but as I walked this road I knew it would be nearly impossible to face without being open and honest with the community of believers that I do life with on a daily basis. 

The Christian life is not meant to be lived in isolation. God designed it for fellowship. Fellowship with Him and fellowship with other believers. If I had kept quiet with my situation and foolishly, stubbornly, and pridefully tried to tackle this on my own, I would be far worse off. By opening myself up to the love and service of the church, I have experienced love and healing on a level I had not known before, in spirit, body, heart, and mind. 

Our church family has blessed us with meals, lawn care, essential oils, daily fun gifts to make me smile, and countless Bible verses to keep our eyes on Jesus. I can't imagine how this would have gone without them. 

So, if you are facing BRCA, or cancer, or any other challenge, open up to your church family. Live your life in community with other believers and be blessed. 


You can follow daily updates on Instagram @gracefullhome 

My deepest thanks to you for your prayers on my behalf and praise to God for his provision and lovingkindness.