I had the privilege of being drained for the third time today. Gross right? How is it possible that over three weeks of healing, I'm still producing enough liquid that it needs to be extracted from me? Thankfully, it was MUCH less today than it has been the other two times, so I think 1) the room my expanders took up is leaving less room for the liquid and 2) the compression bandage is working. I've certainly been drinking mine and Jason's share of water the past couple days so maybe that had something to do with it too?
Tonight I spoke with a lovely woman from Boston who had, 5-6 years ago, been in a very similar situation as mine. She was 28 at the time of her diagnosis, and although her surgery and (so far) treatments were different, she was able to offer me something no one else at this point has been able to offer: knowing exactly how I feel. No, she and her then-boyfriend (now husband) weren't trying for a baby like we were at the time of diagnosis, but she understands the fears of recurrence and having cancer constantly on the brain. It was SO nice talking with her; I'm sure by the end of our 40 minute conversation she was more than ready to hang up, but I'm looking to her as a resource of information so I can't get enough of it.
I hope that I can be that voice someday, helping another young woman in our situation.
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