It’s Tuesday evening whilst changing my dressing that I notice some unusual discharge seeping out of my good boob (which I had an uplift during the removal of Lenny). I ask Nurse hubby for an opinion. He thinks my wound is starting to open, maybe the scab has come off too early?
I don’t want to take any chances and contact the ward, they did say to call if any problems. They are just doing handover and will call back. In he meantime I take my temp – normal. That is a good sign. I don’t feel unwell either.
I decide to take a wound selfie and send to my health advisor, aka my mum. She is a retired nurse and normally knows more than the docs themselves.
She isn’t happy with the pic, you need to get it checked out.
The ward call back, we go through my symptoms and they say to speak to my breast cancer nurse first thing. I am fine with that, I just wanted to make sure I was doing the right thing.
“I am not going to call them” I say to hubby, “I am going to camp there first thing until I am seen”…… I have a plan!