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anonim napisał(a):

My best friends mom just found out she has cancer- again. She has a double mastectomy Monday, followed by chemo. My friends always really sad acting and more reserved, which I 110% completely understandable, she's taking it much better than I would, but I almost feel bad when I make a joke or laugh or want to be around people who are in giggly moods. I want to be there for her, whenever she needs me, but I also want I hang with my other friends, but I feel guilty!

Nah. The thing about friends going through hard times is that you should try to take care of them emotionally as much as you can— but you have to take care of yourself, too.

For example, I have a friend who just has a flat out shitty life. He’s a wonderful person and I would jump in front of a bus for him, but he fucking won the shit sandwich lottery. Do I feel terrible for him? Sure as fuck I do. Do I always answer his 3AM texts that he sends just to know someone else is there and cares enough to just text him back? Of course.

He gets me down, though. Sometimes I can only take him in three and four hour segments, because he makes me feel very depressed because he is so depressed. I work very hard to be the pillar of support, but as you probably know, that’s exhausting. Still, I put in the time. But also, you have to balance that.

Yeah, go hang out with friends that lighten your mood and never talk about serious shit. Do fun stuff, whatever. You don’t have to rub it in sad friend’s face (and you shouldn’t), but you have to take care of yourself, too. You can’t put all of you into another person. You’ll lose yourself and start hating them for draining your life. So don’t do that.

- Kit

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anonim napisał(a):

My BMI is over 30, can I still get a mastectomy?

Most doctors would recommend a BMI of around 25, just because you will heal much better and faster. Do speak to your surgeon on the topic, but I would recommend losing a few kilos for the surgery and also for your general health.

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anonim napisał(a):

how much does a mastectomy cost?

Most places say the costs are around $15,000 
I’d say, have a chat to your doctor and get referred to a good surgeon and just have a talk with them before you decide anything permanent.

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A surgery timeline, of sorts

I’m a pretty logistically-minded person. I like lists, I like making plans, I like knowing exactly when and how something is going to happen. For Seamus’ top surgery (double mastectomy with nipple grafts), I didn’t feel like I had a clear timeline in my head of what was going to happen when. This post is partially for anyone who is like me and may need a timeline around top surgery events, and partially for me to sort out the events of the last few weeks. To read my partner’s reflections on the last few weeks, check out In Good Faith.

Before: Three weeks prior to surgery, we drove to San Antonio for a pre-op visit at Lawton Plastic Surgery. The surgery had to be paid for that day, and we also talked with Julie, who would be Seamus’ recovery nurse. Dr. Lawton was out of town, so Julie explained how the surgery would go, how we’d arrive and leave that day (the entire procedure takes place in the clinic office itself), and answered any remaining questions we had. Of course, I had lots, how would anesthesia affect Seamus’ blood sugar, how were they going to monitor that, what kind of emergency protocol did they have, you know, the basics. Julie also explained Seamus’ medicine schedule from that day forward. Dr. Lawton is very proactive with wound healing, and put Seamus on a multivitamin regimen for a couple weeks before the surgery, and a multivitamin, bromelain, and arnica regimen for a couple of weeks following surgery. (It was on my list to ask if Seamus would be allowed to take these supplements as I have read about their effectiveness in assisting healing, so I was pumped that Dr. Lawton not only allows it, he gave Seamus the bottles of supplements to take home that day.) Afterward, we talked with Veronica about payment. We had applied a few weeks earlier for a Care Credit card, and had been approved, so we used this to pay for the surgery. From this point on, Seamus limited and then eliminated caffeine and alcohol.

Day before: Seamus’ mom and aunt flew down from North Carolina to be here for the surgery. The day before the surgery, we picked them up at the airport, had dinner, and drove to our hotel in San Antonio. Our hotel room smelled pretty musty and felt damp, and while I don’t like to complain, I’m so so so so glad we asked to switch rooms. We moved to a sunny balcony room, which was so nice considering how much time we spent in the room over the next couple of days. Seamus wasn’t allowed to eat or drink anything after midnight, so we kept a close eye on their blood glucose level.

Day of: Seamus’ surgery was scheduled for 6:30 a.m., so we had to be up early. After a quick shower and a glorious Stevie Wonder sing-along on the ride to the office, I kissed Seamus bye and they were taken back for surgery. This is where I had to really grapple with not falling apart. This is when I really felt all of the stress and anticipation of the weeks prior (about the surgery, about getting our apartment ready for guests, about what Seamus’ mom and aunt’s reaction would be) really hit me. I took some time to journal while Seamus was in surgery, and then spent the rest of the time energetically hold space and healing energy for them. In three hours, it was over, and we were wheeling a loopy, sassy, happy Seamus to the car. The rest of the day was spent getting Seamus comfortable in the hotel bed, making sure they drank water so they would urinate (on threat of the nurse), and collapsing into the bed myself when things were quiet for the moment. That evening, even though I was worried about the anesthesia making Seamus nauseated, we were both eating Thai food and cracking jokes with Seamus’ aunt and mom.

24 hours after: We went back to the office the next morning so that Dr. Lawton could check on the incisions and drain tubes, and see how Seamus was feeling. He was super happy with the way things had turned out, and said multiple times that Seamus’ surgery was very easy to do and that it all went well. That afternoon, we drove back home to Austin. The next couple of days were spent making Seamus comfortable, helping them use the bathroom, making sure they ate and drank. We had some awesome connection time with Seamus’ aunt and mom, and they told me lots of embarrassing stories of Seamus’ childhood, an excellent perk of family being around a pain-med relaxed partner. :)

This is the morning after surgery:


This is the first time Seamus saw their new chest:


This is how I take care of Seamus, and make sure they have enough pillows to be comfortable:


1 Week After: Dr. Lawton wanted to see Seamus again one week after the surgery, so we drove back to San Antonio the following Friday. During this visit, the nurse removed Seamus’ drain tubes, which turned out to be a rather uncomfortable process. It was over quickly, and then the nurse removed Seamus’ incision stitches. I was, and am, constantly awed by the body’s ability to heal itself. One week after being cut open, the doctor felt this confident that Seamus wouldn’t pop open.

Tube removal (you can see the paddle portion of the tube being pulled through Seamus’ skin):


2 Weeks After: Dr. Lawton wanted to check on Seamus again at the two week point, and it was at this time that the nipple sutures were removed. Again, I was amazed that enough time had passed to ensure the nipples wouldn’t just fall off. Dr. Lawton seemed very pleased with how everything was looking, and assured Seamus that the swelling would continue to go down. (Except at the 6 week point, when, apparently, the swelling is at its worst.) Seamus had been applying silver sulfadiazine cream until this point. Dr. Lawton had prepared us to do that until the 4 week point, but he said things looked so good at 2 weeks that Seamus could stop applying it. Yay for nipples not falling off!

Dr. Lawton removing nipple sutures:


After that, Dr. Lawton wanted to see Seamus back at the 4 week point, so we’re headed back to San Antonio tomorrow. At this point, Seamus has been back at work for a couple of weeks on light duty, is still not really driving, and hasn’t been cleared for regular physical activity (exercising).

You can read Seamus’ reflections on the last few weeks here (read it, it’s like a story book, you won’t want to put it down): In Good Faith

Stay tuned for a list of partner’s tips.

Dancing for Dr. Cohan

Yesterday we watched Dr. Deborah Cohan’s amazing pre-op dance video. Right before Dr. Cohan had a double mastectomy, she danced around the OR with the other doctors and nurses to Beyonce’s “Get Me Bodied.” In her blog, Dr. Cohan said hoped friends and family would dance in honor of her and that she had “visions of a healing video montage.” Inspired by her courage and amazing spirit, we immediately assembled for our own dance party in the office. Dr. Cohan, we with you a speedy recovery and hope this helps to lift your spirits!

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Facing a double mastectomy with grace takes courage. Facing one with courage and joy is extraordinary.

But that’s exactly what Deborah Cohan did yesterday right before she went into surgery to have her breasts removed. Cohan, an Ob/Gyn and mom of two, held a dance party with her medical team in the operating room of Mt. Zion Hospital in San Francisco.

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This lady is awesome - she did a flash mob before her double mastectomy 

Recovery After Breast Reconstruction Surgery

Coming out of surgery was a completely different experience this go around from the double mastectomy I had back in January of 2013. This surgery and the pain that I experienced was not what I was expecting. I was told that it would be a hard surgery, but never did I expect this! Does the saying, “I feel like I got ran over” apply? Let’s just say, it was a big truck and I think it ran over me more than once. 

When I had my mastectomy, Mr G and our beautiful daughters with their boyfriends, gathered around my room as I arrived in my bed to recover and celebrations were in full force. With the smells of taco bell, lots of crazy laughter, my daughters pulling down my compression cover to see the surgical scars, celebrations were heightened with the great news from Dr. Getz that all went well and the cancer was removed successfully. You have to know my crazy family that this is the norm for us. While I was still pretty out of it, everyone was celebrating and I think we were the loudest room at 10:30 PM on the 5th Floor Surgical Unit. Yup, that’s my amazing family! One of my nurses that night was more than annoyed and vocalized her annoyance to the girls about how rude it was that your Mom just got out of surgery and you are all eating taco bell. A Mom wants nothing more than her children to be happy and to gather together to celebrate the great gifts in our lives. If that is done over taco bell, then so be it! Besides, that was seriously the last thing I was thinking of that night. 

Being wheeled in my bed to my room, I was in excruciating pain and I felt as though every muscle had been twisted, expanded to full capacity and tied up in knots and all that was keeping them from bursting out was the incisions that I had. Not so comforting when incisions are fresh and not fully healed. I could not move, nor could I comprehend what had just happened to me. I opened my eyes and vaguely remember saying “I did not sign up for this!” I meant it! I seriously was questioning what I had just done and wondered if it could just be reversed. I can live the way I was and I was fully ready to accept that I could just have a flat chest and wear a prosthetic bra for the rest of my life. After realizing that going back was out of the question, I remember thinking that the hard part is over. I recovered the first time and I am going to get through this again. There were many hours after that that I do not remember much. Trying to get on top of the pain, trying to get comfortable, which is impossible by the way, when your back just had major surgery on it and muscles were moved, as well as, my front chest area underwent major surgery as well with skin transplants. How the hell do I sleep? This is a valid question and one I wanted a quick resolve to because I was so uncomfortable!

I have to tell you that my arms, every fiber of my arms hurt so extensively. This was the first thing I mentioned when arriving to my room. My arms were stretched out for the entire surgery, nine hours in all and our arms are not used to being in positions like that. Thank goodness for Nurse Lori that night who tenderly cared for my arms, rubbing, massaging, icing, and alternating pain meds so I could have relief quickly. Mr G spent many times rubbing my aching arms and it felt so good, I seriously could have had him rub them for hours. At least rubbing them kept the pain manageable.

I had many visitors at the Hospital. By Thursday morning, the nurse was notified that I just could not see anyone else. Fighting pain, very little sleep and being more uncomfortable than I have ever been in my life, was not a good mix for company. It had began to take its toll and recovery had to be at the forefront of my mind. Taking care of me was most important. Many who had been turned away, returned to pay their visits, saying they had been there prior and I most appreciated their support and love and especially their understanding. I was so impressed by so many that had such great attitudes about giving me what I needed at that time. It was really hard for me to ask for the nurse to stop all visitors. Not easy for us women to ask for what we need.



During my stay at the hospital my dear friend Kelly came to aid my body in the healing process. I have seen Kelly nearly every week for an “aroma Touch Therapy” to ensure healing after my mastectomy. While she was at the hospital we focused on a few key things. One, my breathing was not at all at its peak and the doctor and respiratory doctor was not so comfortable in letting this little detail slide under the radar. During my second night of stay in the hospital, my O2 had dropped to 89 and was there consistently for many hours. My blood pressure was in the normal ranges, but I had also started a nice fever of 100.3 that did not want to break. After discussing this it was decided that this was probably due to not a lot of moving around and exercising my lungs post-op. It was decided that I needed to be on guard of these tools that would help to turn things around for the better. For hours, many hours, there was only a worsening of my temperature and O2 levels. I had no signs of visible infection and due to sedation and what it can do to our lungs, I needed to get moving. Which by the way, I was doing. I was moving a lot, I was eating super well, lots of greens, fruits, a little protein to aid healing, but nothing was changing. 

Kelly arrived, she and her tender care, jumped right in to rubbing doTERRA essential oils on me to ensure that my body would get back to homeostasis. What transpired from here was nothing short of a miracle. The first defense was to get me breathing, get the O2 flowing at a normal rate, to bring down inflammation, combat blood clots and pain. Breath was applied to the bottoms of my feet, my front upper chest, my upper back chest, and into my room diffuser that I brought from home. Man did my room smell amazing! Everyone that came in commented on how amazing the room smelled. I knew that by me using these oils, everyone that came into the room was being benefited by them as well. But the real story and miracle here is when Kelly left about 30 minutes after arriving, the nurse came in to take my vitals again. Within 30 minutes of having breath applied, my O2 levels had jumped up to 94 (normal range). My temperature had dropped to 98.8 (normal range). I was astounded that the results were immediate and without the aid of more medications being administered. Three hours later from that initial application of oils, my vitals were taken once again with even better results. My O2 levels were at 97 and my temperature was at 98.7. I am so grateful for Kelly and her willingness to drop everything to come to my aid. After struggling for many hours, relief came in just a few minutes. The service from others and knowing those special people in my life that I could call without any strings attached or obligation, or being put out to come and help me, is so inspiring. It is very much my nature to be in the service of others and I have had so many opportunities to do so throughout this cancer journey… to know that when you are in need, it just comes pouring back to you. This is how God expects us to work in each others lives. I have been greatly blessed and I am a better person because of these service rendered to me.


Now At Home: 

I’m honest in saying that I have no answer for how to sleep when undergoing such a surgery, but I have been able to figure out a few things that can aid in being somewhat comfortable. I am using pillows to support my arms that keeps them at a comfortable elevation. Gravity can pull the arms downward as you sit or lie down, causing your chest area to be pulled with gravity. Not so comfortable! Propping oneself up with pillows in a bed is not comfortable. One must be somewhat reclined, feet propped up and slouching just a bit, so that your bottom carries all of the pressure and elevates the back muscles so they can relax, is key! Ensuring that your head lays back gently without any kinking and allowed to move side to side comfortably is going to be important here as well. Having a side table right next to you is just as important as being comfortable and ensures that you can stay put to rest and relax. Potty breaks have to happen and no one can do that one for you, so it helped me to memorize the positions that were most comfortable so I could quickly get back to resting and not fighting the pain. Staying on a consistent pain regimen is probably the most important, this is what makes everything else fall into place. Awe RELIEF! Finally! Took me till this afternoon, six days post-op to figure it all out. I’m expecting some great sleep tonight.