I don’t know how I would have got through these last few weeks without my husband. He has been an absolute rock. This week though his talents and skills have gone to another level as he has had to become my nurse. I am not a pretty site at the moment, battered and bruised…. really bruised… do people really go through this for a boob job?
Then there is drain, tubes and the collection box that we must change everyday. There is no room for being squeamish around here. We have a little routine going now, hubby’s strengths of systems and processes come into play! He also helps with my dressings, getting them in all the right places to help me feel as comfortable as I can.
I did have a moment though whilst getting a shower for the first time at home today. ….
I was getting undressed which isn’t the most easiest thing to do when you have a drain to somehow balance. In my defence, this was the first time I have taken off my bra since Lenny was evicted.
“I need some help” – learnt that one from holby city!!!!!!
Enter Hubby (very promptly)….. he knows from holby city those words are serious!!!!!
“HELP ME GET THE BRA BACK ON MY BOOBS ARE GONNA DROP OFF!”
“Gem, they are not gonna fall off”
“Well they bloody feel like they are!”
Looking back I knew he was right.
I obviously wasn’t used to the “perky” new feeling of these new boobs compared with the somewhat “drooped” version! But for that moment I did honestly think they were gonna fall off!
This was definitely one to check with the breast cancer nurse!