So, the light is at the end of the tunnel.
Yesterday was the 2nd of (hopefully) 3 surgeries. The first was the big one, the double mastectomy. Yesterday was fat grafting. The third one will be where the expanders are swapped for implants.
It was literally a blink of the eye. Surgery is so weird. You are awake and loopy from the versed. And then you wake up and ask, “Did you already do it?” Time is incomprehensible.
What was this surgery about? My thin skin. My chest just doesn’t have enough fat for my plastic surgeon to feel like the implants would take well. So, he performed liposuction on my love handles to inject the fat into my breast area. Yep. No more love handles. It’s pretty humorous to me to get “free” liposuction for the benefit of my reconstruction. He got 80cc of fat. He wished I had more fat (would have liked to have 140cc) to suck out!
I’m writing this on some pretty good pain medicine. The chest part isn’t bad at all, but the liposuction part is quite sore. Not intense pain, but definitely sore enough to warrant some pain meds. I hate the way they make me feel though so I’m trying to get through the day on 1/2 pills instead of whole ones. May need a whole one though. I cannot comprehend how people get addicted to this stuff. I have to wear high-waisted Spanx for the next few weeks. Apparently the compression helps with the pain but also to “reshape” me. I’m glad it’s not 90 degrees outside!
Prayers for continued healing and a complication free recovery are definitely helping. Thank you!