Remember last post when I mentioned that I had a red bump on my left breast where a stitch was peeking out? Well, since that post the red bump became worse. It was actually a pretty nasty pimple that formed. If you have been unlucky enough to experience pimples it was that deep, underground pimple kind of hurt. I could tell. Luckily I couldn't feel it. I began to worry that it may get infected so I did a quick Google search to see what I could find out about it (because we all know Google is the new expert medical professional of our time). I came across a lot of breast augmentation forums where women were describing my exact problem - a stitch would be peeking out from the scar line, which would then cause a pimple to form. It seemed like it happened a lot so I was less worried.
I made an appointment to have the nurse at Dr Spiro's office take a look at it and to pull out the stitch. She explained to me that some people's bodies do not dissolve all of the stitches. If this happens, your body will push out the remaining stitches and it happens around this time. So perfect! This is normal! The nurse grabbed the tiny stitch with tweezers and pulled it out. The tiny stitch was actually 6 inches long!! It was comical to see what that little stitch produced! Now my left breast is stitch free. No irritations and no more pimples! Success!
You may be wondering, what does this post title have to do with any of this?! Well, I made a new discovery. My new boobs remind me of a Tempur-Pedic mattress. They conform to what ever bumps or wrinkles are in my bra. I wore a balconette bra the other day that doesn't get much use. I was doing laundry and needed something... Anyway, it's a strange bra, it has a lot of padding and underwire. It's comfortable enough but not my favorite. I wore it all day. At the end of the day when I removed my bra, my boobs were all lumpy and weird looking because of the way they were stuffed in to the bra. It was freaky!! Cartoonish even. I freaked out for a second but then I remembered that they will return to their original shape. They are my handy dandy Tempur-Pedic boobs after all!
- J.
On January 6, 2012 I was diagnosed with Breast Cancer at the age of 29. Here you will find my journey to recovery.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Standing Strong Together
My blog has been a little quiet because all has been quiet on the eastern front. Even though a new red spot has formed along the scar line on my left breast, I am not too worried. A lonely, clear stitch has been left behind and I think it may have caused said bump. OR, I am fighting off a cold (or allergies, not sure which) so it may be just my immune system fighting everything and anything it can find. Other than that I think my scars are healing nicely. I am still a bit sore, but I know that will last for quite some time.
I am going to use this blog post as an opportunity to make you all aware of some new things that I've come across recently.
- J.
I am going to use this blog post as an opportunity to make you all aware of some new things that I've come across recently.
- Remember that bra store I was RAVING about a couple posts back? Well, they are doing something kinda awesome. Intimacy is running "Bras for a Cause." Every Intimacy store is accepting gently used bras for donation. They then pass on the bras to women all over the world who desperately need them. I think this is a great idea, especially for me since I have a couple of newer bras that I no longer fit in to since my surgery. It's great that I can donate them to women in need and not have to throw them away. And as a special bonus, Intimacy gives you $10 off each new bra you buy for every bra you donate (up to 3 bras).
- An amazing young breast cancer blogger, Ashley Blair Doyle, posted information about the website, Army of Women. This website offers breast cancer patients and survivors the opportunity to partner with research scientists to move breast cancer beyond a cure. They are looking for volunteers with or without breast cancer to help out. Peruse the site and see what you think. Volunteer if you like. I know I already signed up!
- J.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Chest Depth Perception
There is one thing you all should probably know about me - I have an awful sense of depth perception. I am pretty sure I've just coasted by when it comes to parking by closing my eyes and praying. Sure I've scraped a couple of cars/garages but no one has been injured as of yet.
Now that I am basically a cup and a half bigger, my chest depth perception is completely off and I feel ridiculous as I bump into people and inanimate objects with my boobs.
For example -
I have at least learned to protect my boobies in crowded situations. I don't care how silly I look as I hold my arms up to my chest! I will protect them at all costs.
-J.
Now that I am basically a cup and a half bigger, my chest depth perception is completely off and I feel ridiculous as I bump into people and inanimate objects with my boobs.
For example -
- I was in a workshop, sitting in a row, when I had to use the bathroom. I hate making a scene so I held it as long as possible. Once I came to the point of bursting, I stood up (stupid me sat all the way on the inside of the row) and I excused myself. I had made it all the way to the end of the row and when I turned my left boob smacked a poor unassuming man in the back of his head. I apologized and hoped it didn't hurt too much since I didn't feel a thing.
- When moving to my new apartment, I kept standing too close to Kevin and he would elbow me in the chest when he picked stuff up. This happened way more than it should have. I still don't think I learned my lesson about standing too close to people (I can be quite the creep when I want to be).
- I can also take turns a little too close. When leaving a room I sometimes smack the door frame. I've always been a fan of making tight turns around corners, but perhaps no more. I feel like a dog wearing one of those cone surgical collars. It's always so funny when a dog tries to take a corner wearing one of those. I can only hope that I am as amusing when I do it.
I have at least learned to protect my boobies in crowded situations. I don't care how silly I look as I hold my arms up to my chest! I will protect them at all costs.
-J.
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